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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Sept 8, 2007 2:50:23 GMT -5
[Continued]
The camera cuts back to the two, where they stand outside of a local bar in Dublin. Standing a few feet left of the door, they are on opposite sides of a table outside of the bar. Cassinova scratches the back of his neck, hesitating before going inside.
Cassinova: Do we have to?
Juri: Ask me again. Go ahead Cassidy, ask me again.
Cassinova looks at her funny, before shifting his eyes back and forth and meekly repeating himself.
Cassinova: ...Do we have to?
She slams her fists down on the door, hurting herself slightly in the process.
Juri: ...
Cassinova: ...That doesn't answer my question...
Juri: (Sounding scary.) Yes...we do.
Cassinova sighs and glances towards the door. Closing his eyes, he gives up.
Cassinova: ...You first.
With a wide grin, she nods.
Juri: No problems there.
Cass points the way and waits, contemplating how this might end up.
The screen then cuts to the Interview room.
Juri: (slurred.) Oblivi....obi.........Yay!
Back inside the bar, the two sit at a table that has been prepared with a single bottle of complimentary liquor already there. Cassinova looks away from Juri as she surveys her surroundings.
Juri: (A slight smile.) Awesome.
Cassinova quickly looks back at her.
Cassinova: Did you just say "awesome"?
Juri: (Looking back at him as she raises the glass to her mouth.) Yeah, I'm a big girl... I can say it.
Cassinova raises an eyebrow as he looks away.
Cassinova: Hmph. I guess that's what you get for hanging around guys from California, right?
Juri: Guess so. (She takes a deep gulp.)
Cassinova: (Without looking back at her.) What was that?
Juri: Mmmm... Ah. Refreshing. (Looking back at him.) Hmm? I said "Guess so".
Cassinova looks over at a person sitting on the other side of the bar. A feminine figure who wears a trench coat much like Synthy's from the French date. The person meets eyes with him briefly, before the two turn away from each other. Cassinova now diverts his attention back to Juri, blinking a few times.
Cassinova: Oh, all right. Say... what happened to ol' Ultra Violet? She make it back to the U.S. okay?
Juri: How should I know? My phone has diappeared.
She takes another huge gulp.
Cassinova: Gracious, you're a loud drinker. Slow down, girl.
Juri: Thats that only way to drink... Aye?
Bar Patrons: AYE!
Juri: (Smirk.) See?
Cassinova raises an eyebrow.
Cassinova: Way to live up to the stereotype, guys!
Juri: You have no grounds to speak, hippie boy.
Cassinova: Oh, whatever. So what? I'm from California... my last name has to do with nature... I have long hair... I don't eat meat... I don't smoke... I don't like animal cruelty... I live green... I don't drink... I do everything I can to prevent rainforests and places like that demolished... I don't do drugs...
Cassinova stops and thinks for a second.
Cassinova: Lea'me alone.
Juri: (Giggling slightly before silencing herself with the rest of her drink.) ...Another!
Cassinova: Uh... are you sure you can handle another one...?
Juri: ...You don't know me, do you?
Cassinova is too busy staring at the person on the other end of the bar. After a short while of this, he suddenly "wakes up."
Cassinova: Oh! I love that song! "You think you know me, know me, know me... on this day! I see clearly!" ...I forget the rest...
Juri: Everything has come to..... (Gulp.) ....Hmm?
Cassinova: ...Gulp again. I think it's sexy.
Juri: ...I think I'll stick to sips.
Cassinova snaps.
Cassinova: Note to self: ...Not quite drunk enough.
Juri: (Sip.) ...Right....(Sip.)
Juri takes a few more hits of the hard stuff, before narrowing her eyes on Cassinova.
Juri: (Slightly slurred.) So... I have to ask... Why me? Why not Terina or Lily or even Synthy?
Cassinova stops and thinks about this for a second, before sighing and deciding to just spill it.
Cassinova: I talk a lot of mess. A lot. If you all think that I actually believe Synthy is ugly, I must be more convincing than I thought. I don't really think that, but she's just not my type... at all. Plus it's too much fun to screw with her--well, most of the time. Sometimes I have to hand it to her. She gets the upper-hand and pretty much drains all of the fun out of it... but she makes it interesting.
Terina is like, my little sister. I love her to death and we have fun, but I don't see us going anywhere from where we're at now for the time being. Being good friends with her is enough.
But.. you... You might very well be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Instantly, I knew I wanted to have you, so badly. Not even sexually. Just, I wanted you to be mine. That probably explains why I'm so quick to do all of these stupid things to try and get closer to you. It isn't until after it's too late to apologize that I realize what I've done and regret it. So... yeah. I guess, in short.. I love you? Yeah, I do. That's why.
...
Juri starts laughing loudly after all of this.
Juri: You're...serious?
You can practically hear the sound of Cassinova's heart breaking into two pieces.
Cassinova: ..Yeah...
She turns at looks upon him with softened eyes, either by way of his words or the alcohol she's consumed.... Maybe both.
Juri: ...You picked the worst girl on the roster to fall for. I suppose a girl of my nature would find that charming... And I do...
She notices the look in his eyes.
Juri: But... I'm afraid I can't promise anything to anyone... I still have something to do before then... (Staring into her drink.) Maybe in a different time... A time before my life got some complicated... I could see myself with someone like you. (Hick.) Provided they actually thought before speaking.
She downs the rest of the drink. Cassinova doesn't look over at her as he sighs deeply.
Cassinova: In short, there's no chance of us being together.
Juri: (Staring at him with clearly "sauced" eyes.) You know what they say.... never say never... I may seem like a tease here but I can't give you an answer to something... I don't know.
She rests her head on her left hand as she gazes into his eyes.
Juri: But you can't deny what you've done to me recently... You can't say you've not f---ed me over recently. In a way, I should be in that GND revival match. Underwear be damned, I would still fight for it... But now?
Cassinova: It's.. it's my fault. I just wanted to be with you so badly. I saw it as the only way I could get to you. If you won... I'd never be able to see you again. That'd kill me, Juri. I know with your skill that you'll get that belt some day. It just couldn't be this time around. You had to lose, so we'd have a chance. I may not seem like much to you now, but if you just give me the opportunity to make all of this up to you, then I swear I'll make everything right... I love you...
He folds his arms onto the table and rests his head down into them, hiding his face and how red his cheeks are.
Juri: You'd best watch out who you tell that to... It could come back to hurt you... (She looks somehow as if she's going through a flashback. She reaches out with her hand and rests it on his back.) Just try not to be so passionate... Passion, while a great experience... Sometimes messes with the mind... Like the drink.
She giggles slightly at it.
Juri: ...I think I had too much.
Cassinova's voice is muffled by his arms and the table.
Cassinova: Yes, you have. As smart as you are, you're wrong. I love you and I want everyone to know.
Juri: Me smart? (Hick.) You sound like my delusional mother.
Cassinova: If your mother called you the most beautiful thing on this earth... she's not delusional...
He immediately regrets letting this statement slip out.
Cassinova: God... how dumb did that sound?
Juri: (Looking at him with heavy eyes.) ...Everything sounds smart to me right now...
Cassinova: ...You're drunk...
Juri: (Knowingly copying Stewie Griffin.) You're sexy...
Cassinova: Yeah, thanks. I work ou--... hey! That was a Family Guy reference!
Cassinova grins.
Juri: Heh... it was...
Cass smiles and tries not to let his eyes wander toward the trench-coated person in the back of the bar.
Cassinova: Almost done drinking, Love?
Juri: ....Well, I can't think straight... so I'd say so.
Cassinova: All right. Let's head back to the hotel.
The screen switches to the post-date interview, where Cassinova looks thoughtful.
Cassinova: I had no idea what she was like with a few drinks in her. I mean... this was what I wanted, right? But... was this the real her? Was it the alcohol that enjoyed my company?
Switch to Juri's interview, with her looking in "high spirits."
Shelley: So... Have anything to say?
Juri: ...I want to go to sleep....
Shelley: That's all?
Juri: ...yes.
As Juri gets done speaking, she looks up to see Cassinova weakly limping over to her. Shelley raises the camera to fit them both in the frame, and Cass helps her to her feet.
Cassinova: So, you ready?
Juri: I'm sleepy.
Cassinova: That's a yes. You have your room key, right?
Juri: I'm sleepy.
Cassinova: Okay, then! Hotel's a few blocks down.
Juri: I'm sleepy.
Cassinova: (As they walk.) Say.. you wouldn't happen to be sleepy, would you?
Juri: Are you some sorta of psycho?
Cassinova: ...Say what?
Juri: ...Mind-reader...
Cassinova: ...
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Psychic?
Juri taps him on the nose.
Juri: That's it.
Cassinova: Maybe... let me see if I can read your mind again...
He touches her forehead and closes his eyes, "deep in thought"...
Cassinova: Are you.. cold?
Juri: No. I'm really warm.
Cassinova frowns. He thinks of something quick, and slowly lifts her hand up before stroking her injured knuckles lightly.
Cassinova: Not even here?
Juri: No... But that feels heavenly...
Cassinova smiles as they walk, continuing to stroke her knuckles.
Cassinova: You're sleepy. You think you can make it all the way back to the hotel without a bit of support?
Juri: Honestly?
Cassinova: Honestly.
Juri: Nope! (Giggling now.)
Cass continues to smile. Despite his state of being unable hardly able to walk, he is more than willing to accept the extra weight of Juri.
Cassinova: Well, would you mind if I helped you back to your room?
Juri: Not at all... I hoped you would...
Cassinova: I hoped you'd let me.
Passing his crutches off to Shelley, he turns back to Juri and drapes an arm around her shoulder, continuing to use his other hand to caress her knuckles.
Cassinova: Tonight's been really... nice.
Juri: ...Yeah....
Cassinova looks over at her, smiling--before looking concerned at the buzzed expression on her face.
Cassinova: Are you... okay?
Juri: Never better.
Cassinova blinks once, before his smile returns. He touches her cheek lightly once as they walk.
Cassinova: All right. Just wondering.
Juri: ...Thank you.
Cassinova looks at her with his eyebrow raised.
Cassinova: Why are you thanking me?
Juri: For helping me... And giving me a few days doing something I would probably never have done.
Cass shakes his head and closes his eyes.
Cassinova: No need to thank me. I put you through a lot to get you here. I should be thanking you for putting up with me.
Juri: It's fine. (Looking straight into his eyes.) Just stop being an ass.
Cassinova: I'm not. I really am sorry. (Unable to break eye contact.) I've been thinking about it lately, and I want to make it up to you any way I can.
Juri: Well, you're on your way...
Smiling uncontrollably, Cassinova takes a deep breath, before slowly removing his arm from her shoulders. Juri gives him a questioning look, and Cass responds by slowly moving his arm down to her hand, taking another deep breath, and gripping it softly.
Juri: What...are you...?
Cassinova: Hopelessly in love.
Juri: ...Cass... I... uh... oh... (She falls forward, actually passing out.)
With a horrified gasp, Cassinova reacts quickly by catching Juri before she hits the ground. He winces in pain his he hurts his knee catching her, but he manages to hold her up steadily. Breathing in to catch his breath, he manages to get her scent, which makes him forget about the pain in his leg and the lack of air in his lung. Now noticing how close they are to each other, Cassinova can barely form words.
Cassinova: L-love... wake up, please...
She snores loudly with a look of ultimate happiness on her face. Cassinova sighs and stands straight up, supporting her weight and trudging forward.
Cassinova: Come on, girl. Wake up...
Juri: ...You smell nice... (She looks in his face.) ...And I never noticed... how cute... you are...
Cassinova blinks and stares at her for a while, just now smelling the heavy scent of alcohol on her breath. Looking at her blankly, he seems to lose most of the color from his face.
Cassinova: ...You're drunk...
Juri: I am not! Maybe I'm just coming around, is all.
Cassinova: ...This whole time, you've been drunk...
Juri: Stop saying that! I am perfectly sober! Now let's both go to sleep, Cassidy...
Cassinova: You don't mean that. You don't mean any of this... it's the alcohol talking. The alcohol is the only reason you're even putting up with me right now..
Juri: Aw, Cass, that's not true at all. Now stop talking nonsense and tuck me in.
She giggles tipsily as Cassinova holds her steady and escorts her down the sidewalk. He sighs once and shakes his head, wondering if she would be even half as close as this to him if she wasn't extremely intoxicated.
Juri: Hurry up, Cassie... I'm really sleepy...
Cassinova: I... I know, Love. I'll get you to your room soon enough.
Juri: I can't stay up much longer...
Cassinova: We're almost there...
He stops right outside of the hotel and looks at her. Staring into her eyes, he frowns and speaks.
Cassinova: I need to know something. I realize that you're drunk, and you may not be thinking clearly, but if you can sober yourself up for one second to answer this, it would mean the world to me.
She smiles at him.
Juri: Go ahead and ask.
Cassinova: Is there... is there any shadow of a chance, that one day, you could possibly even get halfway close to loving me?
He closes his eyes and looks down, expecting to hear a vicious "No" that he would never be prepared to hear. After about ten seconds of silence, he looks up, wondering why she hasn't responded.
Cassinova: ...Jewels...?
Juri: ...Zzzz....
Sighing and feeling hopeless, Cassinova sits Juri down onto the staircase of the hotel, and sets down on the other side of them. He blows some hair out of his face and looks pretty depressed... slowly glancing over at Shelley.
Cassinova: Cut the camera off, man...
"And Here We Are" plays once more as the screen goes black--shortly before white letters fade back in:
To be continued...
Shortly afterwhich, we...
Fade to commercial.
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Rated X
Tommy Wiseau
The following post has been RATED X
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Post by Rated X on Sept 8, 2007 21:44:03 GMT -5
We fade in to see Eddie Craven III already int he ring, preparing for his match. Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the GWE Heavyweight Title!! Already in the ring, he is Eddie Craven III! Suddenly, the light go out, almost without warning. The lights turn red as smoke appears on the entrance ramp. Slow, evil laughter is heard as a voice breaks the silence.. "RRRRRRRREACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!" "Another Body Murdered (Personal Jesus Intro)" by Faith No More begins to play as the lights turn blue and white. red fog continues to appear on the stage as we see the figure of a man approaching. The man raises the GWE Heavyweight Title in the air as fireworks go off. The man steps out of the fog, no emotion on his face as the crowd goes crazy. The man lowers the title as the announcer finds his voice. Announcer: And his opponent, from San Diego, CA, weighing ina t 239 lbs., he is the current GWE Heavyweight Champion and the self-proclaimned "Angel of Death, MIKE..... CORRAL!!! Corral has forgone his usual attire tonight, instead wearing this: Bad ass huh? Anyway, Corral merely stares out into the crowd before locking eyes with Craven, simply making a cut-throat motion that nearly scares the s*** out of Craven. Corral walks to the ring and slides in before walking straight up to Craven. Corral hands the belt to the ref before pushing Craven. Craven, scred out of his mind, knows he can't let Corral punk him out like that and pushes him back. Corral merely smiles before coming back with a vicious clothesline, knocking Craven down. Corral doesn't let up, stomping on Craven before runnoing to the ropes and hitting the Dragon's Fury. Craven holds his stomach and gasps for air as Corral springs to his feet. Corral runs to the ropes once more and flips hitting a backsplash on Craven before hopping up and, in one fluid motion, hits a moonsault. Corral smiles as Craven lies on the ground in pain. Corral walks over to Craven and picks him up by the hair, pimp-slapping him before hoisting him up in suplex-fashion. Corral brings him down hard with a Brainbuster, but keep hold. Corral rotates his hips and hoists Craven in the air before bringing him down with another vicious Brainbuster. Corral rotates once more before picking him up Suplex-style, grabbing his legs, and hitting a modified Cradle Shock, bringing his knee to meet Craven's neck. Craven slumps to the floor as Corral grabs a microphone. Corral: JOE ONE!!! I WANT YOU, ONE-ON-ONE!!! Craven tries to get up, but Corral punts his head a la Randy Orton. Corral: I don't care if I have to go through Limey, JZ, Dorf, Maelstrom, every single member of MiniPax..... I WILL GET MY VENGEANCE ON YOU!!! Corral walks over to Craven and spits in his face before putting him in a powerbomb position. Corral: And if you think I'm joking One.... witness the Evisceral Lightning. Corral tosses the microphone before getting Craven set for the Styles Clash. Corral leaps and, in mid-air, manages to hit a piledriver out of the Styles Clash, nearly breakin Craven in half. Corral rotateshis body so that he's pinning Craven. 1... 2... 3. Thank God. Announcer: The winner of this match, and still GWE Heavyweight Champion, "The Angel of Death" Mike Corral!!! Corral grabs his title and exits the ring as EMT's and ref's rush to the ring to help Craven. Fade to commerical.
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Sept 8, 2007 22:26:42 GMT -5
-Clips are shown of Spectre vs. Heath Miller, and for the first time, we are privy to a true Spectre-delivered squash. The masked man is devoid of feeling and emotion, but moves with the fluidity and elasticity of a trained killer. His kicks rain down hard, his chops echo through the arena, and every attempt at an attack by Miller is promptly reversed into some devastating maneuver or submission attempt.-
-At one point, Spectre knocks Miller down to his knees, grabs Miller's arm, pulls back, and unleashing a few kicks to his chest, practically caving in his ribcage. He steps back, still holding his arm, looking like he's going to walk away...and then unleashes a sickening superkick to Miller's jaw. Further clips show Spectre reversing out of a suplex attempt and hitting Miller with first an Aztec Suplex, then a rolling Tiger Suplex, then rolls him back up to deliver, to the shock and roar of the crowd, a Back Drop Driver on the man's head. Before the crowd can blink, Spectre grabs the fallen Miller and slaps on a Triangle Choke...don't expect a tap. Miller is out cold. Cue "Perfect Strangers".-
-The camera fades to present time. A dark room is all we see, but we can certainly HEAR more than that. A few soft moans of agony are evident, but what rings loudest is a loud "SMACK!", followed by a cry of pain. The camera finally reveals blue mats on the floor, like at a gym, and Spectre standing over a fallen "sparring partner", lifting his leg high in the air, and bringing it crashing down onto the man's sternum, effectively ending the brief encounter. The camera gets a bit closer...but not too close. The masked man speaks.-
So the speculation has truly begun in earnest. Bravo, EWT; it took you long enough.
Word has started spreading, rumors that may well hold some granules of truth within them. The rumors are thus: Spectre is no mere "green" rookie making his way into our company.
But that is where I must have the rumors stop. Yes, it is true: I am no rookie. I am no recent training school graduate. The fight is part of my blood, and the Art of Pain, both the administering and receiving of it, is ingrained in my mind.
"But then who could it be?", you ask.
The question, dear friends, is not so much "who", but "what".
It is not a simple case of a man infiltrating your ranks, EWT. That would be far too simple. It is much, much more than that.
What has arrived in your presence is a force. What has arrived is a storm, a beast born of nature. The unpredictable, the malleable and the eminently adaptable, a force that the mere minds of man cannot hope to out-think or out-maneuver.
This force is too much for you, EWT. This force will overwhelm, and overtake you.
That is...unless you, as a company, can learn to rise to and meet that force. Unless you can prepare yourself for the ultimate in pure competition, and free yourself from the mundane patterns and predictability that currently claims you.
These - (he hefts up one of his fallen "sparring partners") - came to me seeking training. They took the time to seek me out; a positive for them.
However, upon facing me, they were not ready; they were not prepared to unlearn all that they knew, and to move away from such meager notions as "finishers", "movesets", and, my least favorite notion of all, "limitations."
-He pushes the fallen student back to the mat.-
The time is coming, EWT, for you to prove your collective self. I may be engaged in a hardcore stipulation match at the upcoming pay per view event, that is true. But upon it's completion, I shall begin issuing challenges, to the "champions" of the EWT. Maybe not even just those with actual belts, but those who consider themselves the bedrock of this company, it's very foundation.
Then, and ONLY then, can the lessons truly begin.
After September 13th...I will eagerly await your answers...
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Sept 9, 2007 4:44:18 GMT -5
*The camera comes back into the EWT arena where "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rosepine can be seen in a corner of the ring, with Mysth at ringside. They are waiting for Ivy' s opponent to arrive.*
*A few seconds after "Hysteria" is completely out, Daffney' s theme can be heard.*
Announcer : And her opponent... from Paradise Island, wheighing in at 130 pounds and being accompagnied by David Flair and Crowbar... The Queen of Scream... DAFFNEEEEYYYYYY !!
*Daffney rushes through the ramp screaming like a beast and followed by David Flair and Crowbar who are struck into straitjackets. Both Ivy and Mysth put their fingers in their ears. Especially Ivy seems to have troubles to stand the sound of Daffney' s scream. She just can' t stand scream queens. She hates it when she sees ( and especially hears ) Melina doing it on TV and she sure can' t stand it now that one of them is screaming in front of her.*
Ivy : I... HATE... girls... who... SCREAM !!
*Ivy does a step and starts to go as if she was going to attack Daffney before the bell has rung in order to shut her up, but she realizes it would be cheating, which is against her principles, so she stops, and since Daffney at last falls silment again, everything' s alright and the referee asks the timekeeper to ring the bell.*
DING DING !
Daffney immediately reacts to the ringing… by screaming as if her life depended on it. Now that the match is officially under way, Ivy Rosepine allows herself to lose it and rushes at Daffney, delivering several punches to the face in order to make her shut up. She then grabs Daffney’ s neck for a Side Headlock, but Daffney pushes her away. Ivy uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and nail a Flying Clothesline on the Queen of Scream. At ringside, Mysth applaudes and cheers proudly, which makes Ivy look in his direction with a smile. She blows a kiss at him, then grabs Daffney by the hair, but she reacts by striking Ivy in the belly. Once Ivy lets go her hair, Daffney grabs the Frenchwoman’ s hand and bites it… which has no effect whatsoever, as Ivy wears gloves. Ivy Rosepine now delivers a very stiff uppercut right into Daffney’ s jaw, which makes her fall down. Ivy bows down over the downed Daffney and taunts her until she slowly starts getting up, then Ivy runs to the ropes, bounces and hits the Shining Whitch ! Mysth is beaming as his girlfriend goes fore the cover !*
ONE…
TWO… KICK OUT !!
*As Daffney gets up, David Flair tries to interfere, but being stuck in his straitjacket, he can’ t use his hands and struggles to get into the ring. He still makes it to the apron and manages to stand on the ring next to the ropes, but Mysth just grabs his jacket and pulls him back on the ground, then shakes his finger, as if he told him « No… you’ re not gonna do that . » Flair just stares at him with a disappointed look on his face. Anyway, in the ring, Daffney got back up and started punching Ivy in the belly. When Ivy is desoriented, Daffney grabs her and performs a Snap Suplex and covers !*
ONE…
KICK OUT ! Way too early !
*Both women quickly get up but Daffney is faster and she nails Ivy with a Clothesline ! She then picks up Ivy and performs a Side Headlock that she keeps locked in for a few seconds before connecting with a Running Bulldog ! With Ivy Rosepine down, Daffney kicks her opponent in the belly. Once… twice… and a third time but NO = « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine grabs Daffney’ s leg and hits a Dragon Screw ! She keps Daffney’ s foot in her hands and applies a Knee Bar ! Feeling the pain of the pressure, Daffney doesn what one would expect… she screams. But this time, Ivy tries to resist the urge to put her hands on her ears and keeps the hold locked in. David Flair tries to intrefere again, but Mysth grabs him. He then motionswith his head to Crowbar to tell him to get into the ring. Crowbar quickly climbs the ring steps ( apparently, David didn’ t think it would be easier to get inside it that way ) then gets inside the ring, which isn’ t easy due to his hands tied into the jacket. Ivy instinctively breaks the hold and rolls back as Daffney is nursing her leg, and gets ready tp face him, only to realize that Crowbar is stuck ina straitjacket and is therefore harmless.*
Ivy : Whatcha trying to do ??
*Crowbar goes for some kind of Headbutt, but Ivy nails a Clothesline that throws him out of the ring.*
Mysth : Ivy ! Beware ! Daffney is…
Just as Mysth says this, Ivy barely has time to see Daffney jumping from the turnbuckle she climbed while Ivy was argueing with Crowbar, and Daffney lands on Ivy’ s shoulders for a Diving Hurracanrana… but Ivy counters it into the IVY BOMB !! She covers !
ONE…
TWO…
THREE !!
DING DING DING !!
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner… Sexually Suggestive IVY ROSEPIIIINE !!
*"Hysteria" hits as Daffney, Flair and Crowbar leave the arena and Mysth enters the ring. He wraps his right arm around Ivy’ s hips and kisses her as a celebration while te crowd cheers. But suddenly, « Peace Sells » by Megadeth hits through the speakers and Terina appears, holding a microphone. She enters into the ring and Mysth hands his girlfriend another microphone. Ivy tells him to wait for her at ringside. As he leaves the ring, Terina starts talking to Ivy.*
Terina : Do you really think I forgot about you, miss « Sexually Suggestive » ? Did you really think I would let you get away without proving that your victory at CAM !!!! was nothing but a fluke ? I proved it in our mixed tag-team match and I shall prove it again next week, when we meet again for a rematch !
Ivy : Gee… do you get paid for every time you make an ass of yourself or something ? Don’ t you have enough to show week afer week that your greatest achievement in wrestling is that you somehow manage to lace your boots right ? That you couldn’ t win a match without having men involved in it AND cheating ? That you just don’ t have the skills to wrestle in this division or any other one ?? That you’ re Toomi Bischoff’ s worst investment ?? I did you a favor by just not caring about you instead of humiliating you on level ground. I accepted that mixed match but now, I’ m really bored. If YOU can’ t understand that you are NOT in my league, then at least don’ t waste my time by askig me to take part in yet another match where you will obviously cheat or ask the voids of virility that accompagny you to interfere.
Terina : *Looking upset* Look girl, we, TJT, beat you fair and square in that mixed tag-team match, it’ s not our fault if the weird pirate who was after your boy interfered. But I’ ve gotta admit this match didn’ t satisfy me one bit. The boys got involved, there was an interference, so even though we won, It is still one victory for me, and one for you. And that is exactly why I want to face you again, to see which one of us is really the best ! We let the men out of the arena. Just you and me, and the best woman gets her hand raised in the end.
Ivy : Aawww… well here is a nice idea ! At last a match where I can finally show that I can beat you anytime I want, any way I want. Well that’ d be my pleasure to give you a ride in the ass-kicking rollercoaster and actually, I kinda feel like accepting. But I believe you won’ t be able to help to bring your pet worthelesses at ringside to make up for your lack of abilities. And unfortunately, that’ s not the way I like to play ! I prefer to do so one-on-one like… you know… wrestlers. It’ s a silly idea, I know, but when I’ m in a wrestling match, I expect my opponents to wrestle. Pehaps it’ s the ring around us, I don’ t know…
*Terina can’ t take it anymore, she immediately punches Ivy in the face with the microphone then delivers more blows. Mysth tries to get inside the ring but Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter pop-up from under the ring, grab him and slam him on the ground. In the ring ; Terina Irish whips Ivy and, on the rebound, hits the Crocodile Tears ! She then grabs Ivy’ s head and forces her to look out of the ring.*
Terina : And now, little slut, look what’ s waiting for you !
*Jupiter and Thunder search under the ring for a table and take one. They set it up and Thunder slides into the ring as Jupiter lifts Mysth in an Electric Chair position. Ivy, despite being barely conscious, sees that and has an horrified look on her face, as she knows what’ s coming next. Jupiter runs, jumps over the top rope and hits a Torpedo Dropkick for the EXPLOSIVE SOLUTION THROUGH THE TABLE !!*
Terina : Next week, Ivy, you will meet the exact same fate in a Table Match against ME !
*As TJT leaves the arena, we cut to commercials.*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 9, 2007 9:47:21 GMT -5
"Fate" by Trans Siberian Orchestra starts up as we prepare for this next contest, the first man heading out to the ring, carrying the flag of Belgium in his grip, with a very angry look on his face, ready to fight it looks like.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Belgium, weighing in at 235 pounds, the Belgium Brawler!
The Belgium Brawler receives very little anything from the crowd, who don't really know who he is. He climbs into the ring, carefully setting the flat down against it before he does so. He steps into the center, punching at the air a bit, as he removes some kind of Belgium hat from his head, turning toward the entrance way, as Sweetest Perfection starts pumping out of the Toomitron, eventually the man known as Chance Confidence stepping out from the back, a very confident smirk on his face, as he gives the Brawler a rather, uninterested look, before strutting down to the ring, headset microphone on his head of course.
Chance: Introducing the MAGNIFICENT opponent. He hails today from a quaint spot in Jolly ol England, I think it's a castle. He weighs in at a quite light 219 pounds, and he is stilled PISSED that a certain guppy blew his limo to kingdom come! He's gonna take it out on the Brooklyn Brawler's foreign cousin and his wondrous name is.... CHANCE....Confidence!
Chance quickly slips his headset off, before doing his usual entrance, flip into ring, handstand on turnbuckle, force referee to remove robe, set it aside, and all that. He looks at the Brawler, who watches, not at all amused. The crowd is of course, booing Chance mightily, as he soaks it in, even bowing from their "appreciation" He then focuses on the Belgian, as the bell rings, Brawler charging for a clothesline, Chance easily countering into a drop toe hold. He hops up, delivering a stomp across the back of the head, as Brawler rises up, Chance grabbing and taking him down into a Russian Leg Sweep, then following up with a headlock of sorts, Brawler quickly elbowing out of it. Chance rises back up, as Brawler swings a fist, Chance ducking it, as Brawler launches another, this one being caught, as Confidence catches him in an arm wrench, then while keeping hold, leaping up and delivering a kick right to Brawler's skull! He stumbles as Chance charges, grabbing and going right into a Tornado DDT, planting Brawler into the mat! He quickly makes a cover with a single foot. 1....2.....
The Brawler kicks out, as Chance watches, seeming rather annoyed. He gives some mocking applause, before running off against the ropes, coming back in a backhand spring, into a moonsault, colliding and connecting with the move. Brawler slowly rises up, groaning a bit, as Chance simply kips up, then goes right into a spinning wheel kick to the face, taking his opponent back down again. He flashes an annoying smirk, before strutting over to the nearby turnbuckle, springing atop, then motioning to the peasants in the crowd, leaping off with a Shooting Star Press! Brawler however manages to roll out of the way, Chance bouncing hard off the mat, as he grimaces a bit. Brawler slowly rises to his feet, looking on in awe, as he advances, unleashing some brutal stomps across Confidence's back. He groans, Brawler pulling him up by the neck, then delivering some clubs to the back, hunching his opponent over. Brawler then grabs and hits him with a Scoop Slam. He immediately drops an elbow across, before looking for a cover of his own. 1....2
Chance kicks out. Brawler looks on in surprise, but isn't done yet, as waits for him to rise up, then charging off the ropes, coming back for a clothesline! Chance however cuts him off immediately, hitting a step up enziguri! Brawler hits the mat hard, clutching his skull, as Confidence adjusts his pony tail style do, giving the Brawler a mocking look. He walks a full circle around him, arms folded behind his back, holding up a finger to apparently check the wind, then nodding, waiting for Brawler to rise up, snapping off a Landing Dropsault, sending the Brawler stumbling into the turnbuckle. Chance then charges full speed, bringing back the Stupendous Extravagant maybe even arousing Somersault Stinger Splash, driving the air out of the Brawler, as he stumbles out of the corner, Chance then following up and planting the Brawler with an implant DDT, before springing up top again, coming down with the Confidence Booster! He connects with ease, the Brawler gasping in pain, as Chance smirks, resting an elbow across as he makes the pin. 1....2.....
3.
Chance defeats the Brawler of Belgium. He quickly rolls out of the ring, sticking that headset back on.
Chance: And once again, as you no doubt expected, your winner of this exhibition and still the Personification of Perfection, Chance.....Confidence!
Chance smiles to himself, scooping up his robe, as Sweetest Perfection starts up again, the confident one quickly heading to the back, as the Brawler rolls along the mat, upset that he couldn't shut his opponent's overused mouth.
We fade to the next segment.
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Post by xombiehiphop on Sept 10, 2007 19:51:45 GMT -5
Back from commercial, the camera fades into a very scary place... A darkened room that looks to be originally a bachelor's pad but has now become an alter... a temple... an ode to horror movies. A flickering light that exposes black spots to be dried blood. What looks to be assorted animal remains litter the floor all around. In the center of it all, a figure in a gray hood rocks slowly back and forth. The figure reaches up and throws it back as he rubs some blood on his face. The body known as Pryde has gone through an even more horrifying change... Make up resembling a mix of what was once his sister and Jack the Pumpkin King. Tensing, he slowly cranes his head behind him.
..Done some redecorating?
The hissed voice seems to literally step out of the shadows, revealing itself to be the leader of The Draugr: Ghost Face. Using his cane he pushes the brim of his top hat upwards so that his smirk is on full display. Pryde looks ready to pounce upon the intruder with the viciousness that has been shown all too recently.
Ghost Face: ..Oh..don't be alarmed..Karma has a spare key..
The jingling of keys is heard and the lone female amidst the group of horror thugs is shown. The white haired, powerful woman leans over a counter in the kitchen area with a ever growing smirk of her own. Ghost Face begins to walk in a slow circle around the kneeling Pryde, taking a moment to admire all the horror iconography that surrounds them. All the while, Pryde's eyes follow him like prey.
Ghost Face: I come to you with an irresistible offer..
A light emanates from behind Karma, specifically coming the now open refrigerator. Wraith is scouring about for something to eat but it looks as though Axel Halaway hasn't done much shopping while transforming into Pryde. He is able to find the remains of something covered in mold. After a few whiffs he has no qualms about ingesting the spoiled food.
Ghost Face: Listen to me, Pryde..there is no fiercer hell..than failure. You have been gifted with a power and cunning that...you'll forgive me...has been squandered. You've been content to play pretend tag team and never..ever..get even a fleeting taste of success. ..We're here to change all that..
Wraith kicks the fridge door shut and wipes his mouth off with the sleeve of his trench coat, rising back to his full height.
Wraith: Nice goin' kickin' that tool's face in, by the way. That look on his face was censored priceless..
Ghost Face: Picture your heart's desire...that which you crave most in the world. Now...imagine having the power to achieve it with ease. We can promise you that power.
Pryde: ....
Corpse: And we ask but a small item in return..
Corpse finally makes an appearance, leaning over Pryde's shoulder holding a closed fist above his head. He opens his hand as a stop watch coils downwards and now sways in front of Pryde's face. It makes a ticking noise as the seconds pass and inside of the clock is a design of a grim reaper holding a scythe. The eyes of Pryde trace the design with animalistic wonder.
Corpse: Something meaningless to you. Something you cannot hold or taste or touch. Something that isn't yours forever anyway. Call it a vapor or a spirit..or a soul. Words are words.
Ghost Face proceeds to kick one of the animal remains aside with the tip of his boot.
Ghost Face: Let's not even pretend that you still have a soul. You've been a wicked little fiend lately, haven't you? Butchering animals. Massacring wrestlers. Alienating your friends. The blood's on the walls so you might as well just admit it..
He spreads his arms to motion to the surroundings, the blood quite literally is on the walls. Pryde's elder sister Karma steps out from the kitchen and kneels down in front of her brother so that they are now eye level. Pryde does nothing as he stares into Karma's cold, corrupted eyes.
Karma: You're better off empty and blank than left with a single pathetic trace of Axel Halaway. I mean..just look at me. Fighting it is useless. They can make you something better, something more. They can help you like the helped me.
Ghost Face: We can bring all your dreams to life..or murder them as quickly as they came. The choice is yours.
Wraith: So why don't you try bein' a man for once and yer life?!
Pryde flashes bloodthirsty eyes in the direction of Wraith.
Corpse: ..Alas, if you prefer the dull ranks of mediocrity and obscurity than you are more than welcome to it. I'm sure every new comer, every new team, would cherish using you and your companion as stepping stones onto bigger, greater heights.
Pryde: *loud hiss*
Ghost Face taps his cane a few times across the floor and soon the gathering make their departure. Leaving Pryde alone with his thoughts and the opportunity, or curse, that has been presented to him..
Pryde: ......failure.......successsssss....
He releases a hissing sound resembling a laugh as the scene comes to a close.
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Post by brokenrose on Sept 11, 2007 6:13:30 GMT -5
The camera fades into a wonderful shot of the Eiffel Tower. The clear sky behind it is scattered with dreamy clouds, and the soft hum of lovers talking gives the area a pleasant feel to it. All around, couples hold hands and confess their love for one another, whilst lovely white birds fly about the scene. After gazing around and getting a perfect view of the area, the camera finally settles upon the figures of Juri Sadamoto and Cassidy Clearwater. Not looking like their normal selves, as Cassinova is not grinning stupidly nor is Juri scowling and looking away, the two stare into the camera with soft expressions on their faces.
Cassinova: I'm Cassidy Clearwater...
There is a short pause as Juri looks away for a moment, before looking back at the camera and smiling softly.
Juri: And I'm Juri Sadamoto.
Cassinova smiles as well, looking over at her before looking back at the camera.
Together: And we're in Paris, France.
"So Here We Are" by Bloc Party plays as the screen cuts to black, before white letters fade in:
Cassinova and Juri - Day Three: France
The song and screen slowly fade out this time, before we settle on an image of Cass and Juri walking along a sidewalk slowly. Cassinova looks over at Juri and smiles contently, but Juri seems a bit uncomfortable.
Juri: Look, Cassidy... about last night...
Cassinova: God, you're beautiful...
Juri seems surprised.
Juri: Come again?
Cassinova: Have you ever been... painted, before? Like, had your portrait done?
Juri: You're joking... right...?
Cass blinks a few times.
Cassinova: Not at all. I hear they have wonderful artists here--not to make a blanket statement about a city, or anything.
Juri: ...So you want someone to paint a picture of us?
Cassinova: Hah, no.
Cassinova laughs slightly for a few seconds.
Cassinova: I want someone to paint a picture of you.
Juri: Wait, what? Why?
Cassinova: Oh, sweet use of alliteration, Love. It's just that... well, you know how I feel about you. It really is a crime that there isn't a true visual representation of yourself that will last forever. Photographs don't do you justice. Maybe one of these artists around here can do better?
He talks quietly this time.
Cassinova: Even if it's half as beautiful as you are, it'll be the truest work of art of them all...
Juri: ..I don't know, Cass... I don't see what you claim to. All I see, when I look in the mirror, are my scars. Of which, fills me with pride.
Cassinova: They should. You've been through a lot and made it through it all. But... though I see those scars... I also see the skin around them... your eyes... your hair... your lips... your incredible form... and above all your beautiful mind. Perhaps not all of this can be captured into a painting, but it would be a shame if someone didn't try.
Juri: (Bowing her head, perhaps in embarrassment.) I...don't know...
Cassinova: Tell me, please... besides your scars... what do you see when you look in the mirror?
Juri: Emptiness... But then I never cared for mirrors.
Cassinova: (Sighing.) Would you like to know what I see when I look at you?
Juri: (Averting her eyes from his.) If you wish.
Cassinova blinks, and would like nothing more than for her eyes to meet his once again.
Cassinova: I suppose a better question would be, "What don't I see?"
He takes in a breath, thinking, before continuing.
Cassinova: I see, in a very short and condensed way to say it, everything that's right with the world, and the only way I could truly be happy.
Juri: ...I'm not that special...
Cassinova: You are to me...
Juri: (Looking into his eyes.) Cass... I...
Cassinova: Don't say anything else... you don't have to. Let's go get your portrait done, Love.
Juri: ...Okay. Just stop with the compliments, it's too much.
Cass spots a man who appears to be completing a lovely portrait of a young couple about twenty yards away from them. Smiling, and looks over at Juri...
Cassinova: ...I love you.
...Before grabbing her hand and running towards the artist. Juri looks highly unsure of this as she's pulled along. Cass flashes another smile back at her almost forcing her to send back a slight, nervious smile.
Juri: ...You don't have to do this...
Cassinova stops a few feet before the artist and tries to hide the winces on his face. Not wanting to use his crutches today, he tries to continue on without them. Cass forces a smile and looks brightly towards Juri.
Cassinova: No, Love. I don't have to. I need to.
Juri: (Staring off to the side.) If you say so...
Cass smiles and nods before looking towards the artist and tapping him on the shoulder. He had just got done finishing up and selling the portrait of the young couple to them, and sat down for a drink of water.
Cassinova: Excuse me.. eh.. Bonjour... (He thinks of as much French that he knows.) Eh... Bonjour...
The artist raises an eyebrow at him.
Cassinova: Can you... er... paint... (Makes painting motions.) ...her? (Points to Juri.)
The artist continues to have his eyebrow raised.
Cassinova: Ah, shoot. You probably have no idea what I'm saying right now. (He talks really slowly.) Can... you... paint... her...?
Juri: Cass, obviously he doesn-
Artist: (In a perfect, American-accent, Bruce Campbell voice.) Sure.
Juri: (Wide eyed.) Oh.
Cass strokes his chin.
Cassinova: Hm... all right. Well, Juri, the man knows what to do. Just follow his instructions.
Artist: Mhm. Yes, I do. Now, I'm assuming this will be a topless painting?
Juri: WHAT!?
The artist chuckles slightly.
Artist: Sorry. A little... artistic humor there...
Juri: (Not humored at all.) Not funny at all. (She tries to relax her balled up left hand.)
Cassinova exhales and lightly brushes Juri's hand with his own.
Cassinova: Just... paint the picture, man. And don't screw it up. At least attempt to paint something as lovely as her.
Juri: I don't know about this...
Cassinova: Relax, Love. It'll be all right--and it won't take too long. Now, let's get it done and we'll move onto something else, all right?
Juri: (Sighing.) Okay.
We cut to a mid-date interview, with Cassinova leaning against a well-crafted statue of an angel.
Cassinova: I eventually got her to do it. As expected, no still-shot could do those perfect eyes justice, and nothing but the real her could match up to her... but it was the closest anyone was ever going to get. Well-worth the few hours of standing there, and the seven-hundred dollars I spent on it...
There's a switch to Juri sitting in front of the statue.
Shelley: How was that painting session?
Juri: ...Embarrassing. He kept on.... Well, you recorded it...
We go back to the artist painting the picture--frantically and sweating. Cassinova is literally about two inches away from the painting screaming.
Cassinova: Prettier! Prettier! Prettier! No, not like that! You're getting the eyes wrong! They have more shine to them! Ugh, her cheeks don't look like that! And what's wrong with the skin tone! This is nowhere NEAR gorgeous enough to be her! Stop trying to put a handicap on her pretty! You're jealous aren't you? Aren't you?! Paint it again! Do it over! And this time, do it right! If you're going to get anywhere close to being a fraction of half as pretty as her, you have to do what I say!!!
Juri: (Blushing; Said with a whisper.) ...I'm sure he's doing fine.
Cassinova exhales and calms down.
Cassinova: I'd never settle for anything but the best for you. He could do way better...
Juri: ... (Blushing deeper.) ...I'm sure it's fine.
Cassinova: No, it's not. He... he has to do better... It has to be perfect... things have to be right between us...
Juri: ...this is too much... Let's stop.
Artist: I'm DONE!
He slams his utensils down.
Artist: Now YOU! (Points at Cassinova.) Take your stupid PAINTING, take your over-modest CHICK, get a freaking HAIRCUT, and get your crazy ass the HELL out of Paris!
Cassinova blinks...
Juri: Modest?
Artist: SHUT UP! Get the hell away from me!
Juri: ...(More embarrassed at the scene being caused.) ...I'm sorry, this idiot gets this way some times...
Cassinova looks ready to deck the artist, before his ears twitch and he looks over at Juri. Without a word, he unclenches his fist, sighs, pays the artist, grabs the painting, hands it to Juri, and sits quietly on a bench.
Juri: (Staring at the work handed to her.) ...It's beautiful...way too much for me...
Cassinova: (Speaking without thought or a sigh.) I'll never stop trying to convince you of how beautiful you are, or how nothing will ever be enough to do your perfection justice... but if you think so, I'm glad you like it.
Cassinova shakes his head and turns away.
Cassinova: Please, keep it. If you don't want it, I understand. Give it to someone and bless their life with meaning. But... I'd much rather have the real thing.
Juri: ...You know I can't promise that.
Cassinova: You being beside me right now is enough for the moment.
Juri: ...What was next on your agenda for today?
Cassinova: I don't really have an agenda. I was just kind of hoping to spend a day in Paris with...
He is interrupted by a couple of people walking up to the two sides of his bench. With monotone clothes, white/black facepaint, a silent aura around them, and the scent of growing up with no intelligent long-term career options... they can only be one thing:
Mimes.
Cassinova: ...you.
The two mimes point and laugh silently at Cass. He looks a bit uncomfortable as the carry on a charade of one of the mimes brushing their imaginary hair and batting their imaginary deep blue eyes. Cassinova frowns as he realizes that this mime is pretending to be him, and frowns even more when said mime attempts to do Cassinova's cocky strut. Juri stifles a giggle at the "perfect" portrayal of Cass.
Cassinova continues to frown as the other mime feigns kicking the "Cass" mime in the knee. The "Cass" mime ten pretends to weep, before reaching behind the camera and grabbing Cass' crutches out of Alex Shelley's hand--beginning to walk on them.
Holding it back no longer, Juri allows herself to chuckle. This comes to a sudden halt, however, as the other mime points to Juri before pointing to herself--thus exclaiming that she is now Juri. Walking up to her mime companion, they begin to slap-fight like little girls, lasting a good fifteen seconds. After this silent quarrel, they stop and gaze at each other lovingly, before embracing and sharing a deep, wet kiss.
Juri: (Angered by this display.) ...Stop it.
Cassinova raises an eyebrow at this charade, not knowing exactly how to react. Meanwhile, the mimes have taken to rolling around on the ground, with the female mime ending up on top of and mounting the male mime.
Juri: I said stop it, you freaks!
The male mime looks up at Juri and grins before giving her a thumbs up, then goes back to putting on his show with his partner.
Juri: (Growling much like her best friend Synthy.) I'll kill you...
The two mimes finally roll away from each other, pretending to wipe off sweat. The gasp for air for a while, before the female mime extends her hand to the male expectingly. The male, grinning, reaches into his pocket, pulls out two dollars, and hands it to her. The female mime blows a kiss at him, and the two pseudo-clowns turn to Cass and Juri with a silent bow.
Juri: ...Cass?
Cassinova: ...Yes?
Juri: ...You thinking...
Cassinova: ...What I'm thinking...?
Juri: Then...let's.....
Cassinova: ...Kill them.
After both EWT stars nod at each other, they stare at the mimes--both of whom are still stand with half bows and huge smiles. Instantly, the two wrestlers breaks into action. Cass tackles the male mime, hitting him again and again with his fists, while Juri leaps up and slams her knees into the female mime's chest in what could be described a Standing TIMFA. After both mimes are down, Cass looks over at Juri, who flashes a coy grin. Suddenly they hear a police whistle.
Juri: SCATTER!
Cassinova: CHEESE IT!
Running away in two separate directions, they simultaneous change their mind, turn back around, and run right past each other. After a bit of this, they change their mind again, and head in the same direction--down towards the plaza. Making many twists and turns, they eventually end up in the middle of a large shopping center, where they stop to catch their breath.
Juri: ...I've...discovered....I hate mimes...
Cassinova: Clowns... (Panting.) ...Creep me out...
Juri: ...What now? (She looks in her hands, realizing she's still holding the painting.)
Cassinova: Honestly... I have no id-
He perks up.
Cassinova: Do you smell that?
Juri: (Stomach rumbling.) ...Maybe.
Cassinova: Smells like... cake?
Juri: I smell... (She closes her eyes and takes a whiff.) ...Fresh bread.
Cassinova looks around with shifty eyes.
Cassinova: ...Let's eat.
Juri: ...Sounds good to me.
Cassinova grins and wants to sprint, but knows not to run this time. Beckoning her to come with, he follows the scent of the baked goods around the corner and into a small shop, with freshly baked breadings on display.
Cassinova: (Looking around.) Woah, dude.
Juri: It all looks so good...
Cassinova continues to gaze around, amazed.
Cassinova: I know... It's like... wow...
He turns and looks at her.
Cassinova: Well... what would you like?
Juri: I always wanted to try a French cake.
By the time she says "French ca-", Cassinova is already at the counter. He slams his fists down and talks with exclamation.
Cassinova: I'll take one of your finest wedding cakes, please!
Juri: ....Wedding cake?
Cassinova: (Looking back at Juri.) What? It's the best kind of cake, no?
Juri: A bit much though, isn't it?
Cassinova: Nah. We can handle it--I know you're starving. I wonder how much it'll cost though.
He shrugs
Cassinova: Shouldn't be a problem. (Turning back around to the counter.) So... anyone work here, or what?
Juri: I hope this isn't another one scene in the making...
As Cass is looking around and over the counter, a small, portly man in all white and a cartoonishly tall chefs hat stumbles out of a back room, carrying a large, extravagant wedding cake. Lined with pearly white and golden frosting, it is certainly something to behold. With at least seven layers and pounds upon pounds worth of sugar, the sweet dessert causes Cassinova's hungry eyes to light up and twinkle.
Cassinova: Ah! So, I see you were told of our arrival! How much will it be.
Cassinova searches around in his pocket as the chef sets the cake down and wipes his brow.
Chef: (In a heavy French accent.) I.. uh.. I don't know what you're talking about. This cake was made for a family friend. They will be by to pick it up shortly. If you would like to.. uh.. place an order, you may do so right now.
Cass frowns and crosses his arms, looking at the chef in resentment.
Cassinova: Well, that's not very nice! I want that one! I'll pay you twice as much as them!
Juri: Cass! It's fine! I'm not THAT hungr- (Her stomach rumbles.)
Cassinova frowns at her and turns back to the chef.
Cassinova: Look, please. We're really hungry, and these other cakes just aren't good enough. The one you have there is perfect, and we would really like it--please.
The chef closes his eyes and shakes his head.
Chef: Nothing I can do. It is reserved for someone already. Please, try one of our other cakes or breads?
Juri: Bread is good! Bread will work. Or I imagine we can go to another place. Just not another scene...
Cassinova: (Sighing.) Juri, please... don't settle for anything less than you deserve. (Back towards the chef.) Just tell me how much I have to pay you. I'm willing to pay it, I really am.
Chef: I am not selling you this cake! In fact, look! Here they come now to pick it up!
Juri: Cass! Let's just go! Please?
Cassinova: Angel, hush. My mind is set. We're getting this cake.
Juri: Why do you have to do this? Seriously, you don't have to impress me.
Cassinova: (Looking back at her as the customers walk in.) ...I have to make things right.
He looks back at the couple who enter the store, smiling and approaching them.
Cassinova: Hi! Would you two happen to be the people who ordered this lovely cake?
Woman: (With a Boston accent.) Why, yes! Ordered it months ago--took this long to complete. Our wedding is tomorrow night. We always wanted to be married in Paris.
The two kiss, as Cassinova strokes his chin with intrigue.
Cassinova: Hm... I'll buy it off you.
Man: What? Oh, no no no no no! No can do, partner. This cake is perfect. One of a kind. Custom made. I mean, even if we sold it to you, it still has our names on it!
Cassinova: Well... we kinda' just wanna' eat it... (Facepalming.) I mean... it's very important! What're your names, anyway?
Man: Oh, sorry. I'm Cassidy.
Woman: I'm Jewel.
Juri: (Facepalms herself. Then thinks to herself.) How come nobody speaks French here?
Cassinova: Isn't there a French guy on the roster? Erm, Smoketh?
Juri: ...Have you ever said anyone's name right? Other than Chad, he doesn't count. (She goes wide eyed.) I've been around you too long.
Cassinova blinks.
Cassinova: Who?
Juri: ...Some loser. (Wide eyed again.) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?
Cassinova: Hopefully allowing you to come around and see the truth. Any thoughts on... er.. Mox...ie?
He too grows wide-eyed.
Cassinova: Oh my God. I said it right! (He practically gets the anime ">.<" eyes.) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?
The man, apparently named Cassidy, looks at Cass and Juri strangely.
Man: ...Jewel, these people are crazy.
Juri: ...Uh... (She has no words.)
Cassinova looks back at the man and frowns.
Cassinova: So, you selling the cake or what?
Man: Sorry, buddy. We need it. Just buy another one?
Cassinova: (Standing right next to the cake.) Ugh! I don't want another one! I want this one!
With this exclamation, Cassinova slams his fist down in frustration. Standing right about the beautiful and expensive wedding cake, his fist pounds through about three of the seven lays, leaving a large gash in the once perfect dessert.
If this were an anime, Juri's reaction would be best described as "O.O;".
Meanwhile, Cass seems to be pulling off the "o.O" quite nicely.
Cassinova: Eh... heh. Sorry about that. (Edging towards the door.) I think.. we'll... go now..
"Cassidy" looks outraged as "Jewel" looks ready to cry.
Juri: ...This won't end well....
[To Be Continued]
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Post by brokenrose on Sept 11, 2007 6:19:58 GMT -5
[Continued]
She thinks over how she's going to get out of France a free woman. To herself: "Why me?"
Cassinova seems content, as his anime face has gone from "o.O" to "^.^", as he licks the cake off of his hand.
Cassinova: Mmm, this is pretty good.
Man: Stop eating it! That's my cake, you hippie!
Cassinova: Hippie? Oh, we're on some East Cost/West Coast stuff now? I'll kick your ass right here if you want me to!
Man: Do you want to take this outside?
Cassinova: How about we keep it inside?!
Man: You know what? Forget it! I'm above fighting you! Just pay me back for my cake, because if I don't get a new one by tomorrow, you'll be hearing from my lawyer!
Cassinova: Psh, ch'ya! If you want your cake back so bad, here!
With that, he reaches back, takes a chunk out of the couple's cake, and flings it directly into the man's face.
Juri: (Staring in shock at Cass.) BAKA! We'll be in a French prision for ten years if you keep this up!
She whispers.
Juri: Besides, I was raised on the East Coast..
Before another word is spoken, Cassinova is suddenly pelted in the face with a large piece of cherry pie. Standing there in silence for a while, he slowly nods his head as if saying to himself that he should've seen that coming.
Jewel looks over at Juri who shakes her head and points to under a table. Jewel nods and they both duck under it.
Juri: I'm so sorry! I didn't want this at all.
"Jewel": ...Men.
Meanwhile, it has now turned into an all-out war between Cassidy and... "Cassidy." Throwing every edible thing thing can get their hands on at each other, cakes, pies, and other desserts are quickly splattering on the walls around them. "Cassidy" manages to duck one of Cass' cake slices and ducks below the table to check on his wife.
"Cassidy": Babe, I'm so sorry about this.
He pecks her on the lips before raising up and jumping back into the battle. Unfortunately, the cake that's stinging his eyes prevents him from being able to see that he accidentally kissed one Juri Sadamoto instead.
Juri: Ow! (She jumps up.) Watch where you'r- EEP! (She leaps out of the way of an incoming pie.)
Cassinova: Babe, what are you doing? Get out of the--
He's belted with about five slices of pie, hitting him one after another. He does the same "stand still" thing as before, right before wiping his face off. As he does this, "Cassidy" takes aim at Juri.
Juri: ...What did I do? I was trying to stop him!
"Cassidy": You didn't kiss me back!
He throws the pie.
Juri: (Puzzled.) Say wha- (She takes it dead on in the face.)
Cassinova tries to stifle laughter as Juri is hit. Forgetting to defend himself, he is once again belted with food. This time by both "Cassidy" and "Jewel."
Miss Sadamoto wipes her face off as she stares at "Cassidy".
Juri: Screw freedom. You're going to die.
Cassinova rips out the phone cord as the chef attempts to call the police, before grabbing a chuck of the cake and looking over at Juri for approval. As he sees her, however, He quickly drops it in order to save the two love birds injuries by the hand of the fiery Joshi. As she leaps at both of them, he catches her and carries her out thrashing at "Cassidy". As soon as they are out the door she stops and goes limp.
Juri: You can put me down now...
Cassinova sets her down softly.
Cassinova: Yeah... love you too.
Juri: Shut it...
She puts a finger to his lips.
Juri: Just promise me, NO MORE scenes, okay? Just nod if yes.
He slowly nods.
Juri: (Sighing.) I know you mean well but...
Using that same finger, she traces along his face, getting some excess frosting on it. She then places the frosting-covered finger in her mouth.
Juri: Mmmm... (She immediately pulls her finger out of her mouth as he gawks at her.) ...Tastes good but too sweet for anything more than a small dose.
Cassinova: (Halfway not believing what just happened.) Yeah. I've noticed that only applies to food, though. Like, with you, you can be the sweetest ever--and yet, a small dose would only make me want more..
Juri: ...Okay, please... You're doing that a bit too much recently.
Cassinova: Well... now that you know that my feelings for you are probably deeper than you thought, I feel comfortable saying these things that I've been wanting to say for a while.
He blinks and cocks his head to the side.
Cassinova: Do you not like it when I say them?
Juri: (She holds both arms.) It makes me feel...uncomfortable.
Cassinova: Why?
Juri: I don't... Take compliments well.
Cassinova taps his foot and looks at her strangely, waiting for her to elaborate.
Juri: ... (Looking for the right words.) I'm just a fighter... My mind isn't built for anything else.
Cassinova: Oh, blah blah blah. Stop being so down on yourself and accept how pretty you are already. I hate when people who are obviously gorgeous inside and out think that they're not or can't take a compliment. In fact, say it with me, woman. Let's start small. Say, "I'm decent."
Juri: ...I'm alright.
Cassinova: Say, "I'm pretty."
Juri: Cass... No, it's okay. I'm fine. I don't nee-
Cassinova: Say, "I'm beautiful."
Juri: (Almost like a child.) No!
Cassinova: (Sighing.) Say, "I'm perfect, and Cass will never be good enough for me."
Juri: ...I'm not perfect.
Cassinova: (Closing his eyes.) You are. You... really are. I noticed that you didn't object to the second part of that statement, though. (He turns his head away.)
Juri: Get over yourself, pretty boy. (She pats him on the shoulder.) I'm not some huge prize, I'm just me. As soon as you stop thinking about "perfection" and just treat me as a person instead of a damsel in distress... Maybe I won't be so afraid to take your comments.
Cassinova: (Looking up, almost offended.) Well, how do I do that? You're not a damsel in distress, you're a woman who can handle herself. I realize this, and I won't let it out of my memory. And as much as you say you aren't a "huge prize" or anything special, you are. We can argue about this until we both die, and I'll keep saying the same thing over and over. If you're not perfect, you're as close to it as God intended, and I love you. So... yeah.
Juri: ...You think we can change? Or get some real food?
Cassinova: (He frowns slightly.) Later tonight, Love. Go ahead and go back to the hotel, get changed, rest.
His frown slowly fades into a smile
Cassinova: Put on your nicest clothes.
Juri: ... (She tilts her head slightly.) Okay.
He begins to move in for a hug, before he realizes what he's doing. Keeping a good distance away, he nods at her.
Cassinova: I'll see you later tonight.
Juri: (She gives a questioning look.) See you then?
Without a word, Cassinova turns around and walks off. He gets about thirty yards away before yelling back at her.
Cassinova: Eight o'clock!
Juri: Okay...
Alex Shelley decides to follow Cassinova with his camera, at least for now. Staying about fifteen yards behind him, it can't be proven that Cass even notices that he's being watched. Humming to himself, the current Ox-Division Champion swoops up a few wonderfully colored roses out of a garden as he walks, staring at them in disappointment.
Cassinova: Silly roses. You pale in comparison. I bet my Angel could teach you how to be pretty...
Tossing the roses on the ground, he continues to walk. Shelley stops and films him walking off, before turning and quickly walking back to catch up to Juri. Finally doing so, he moves in front of her and walks while talking.
Shelley: So... How it going? Your option changed on him yet?
Juri: Why would I tell you?
Shelley: Oh that's harsh, I have a disease! Why would you mistreat a man with Chlamydia?!
Juri: EW! GET AWAY!
We cut to a much later scene in the evening, where Cassinova is putting the finish touches on a snazzy white suit. Spraying a bit of vanilla cologne on and brushing himself off, he looks at Shelley and frowns slightly.
Cassinova: I really do wish that you hadn't filmed me while I was dressing...
Shelley: Hey, I'm committed.
Cassinova: Regardless, how do I look?
Shelley: Hm... if I was a chick, I'd say that you have a pretty high level of tappability right now.
Cassinova: Hm... score.
A flash cut goes to outside a grand looking hotel, where Juri stands outside the building in a beautiful red silk kimono. Her hair, which is just barely long enough, is tied back into a small bun and held together with two chopsticks. She looks confused as to why only Alex is here filming her.
Shelley: Why couldn't I film you getting dressed?
Juri: WHAT?!
Shelley: Just smile and ignore me.
Juri: ...You sicken me.
Before Juri has a chance to say any more on the matter, there is a presence slowly approaching her from behind. Before it gets too close, it stops, staring. Feeling the eyes upon the back of her neck, Juri spins around to see Cass, unable to do anything but gaze at her.
Juri: (She shifts uncomfortably.) Stop it...
He turns his head to the side slowly, closing his eyes.
Cassinova: I... I'm sorry. I know you don't like that. But... you're stunning..
Juri: (Casting her eyes to the side.) ...Thank you.
Cassinova: (Smiling.) ...You accepted the compliment.
Juri: (Playing with something on her wrist.) I guess I did.
Cass notices Juri touching her wrist out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't pay too much attention. However, he is suddenly aware of something he has yet to do, and figures now is as good of a time as any.
Cassinova: (Taking a deep breath.) I... I have something for you...
Juri: (Taking a deep breath.) Hmm?
Cassinova slowly reaches into his pants pocket, gripping something and pulling it out. What he produces is a small metal box, with detailed designs of roses and hummingbirds engraved into it. Stroking the box softly with his free hand, he takes another deep breath before handing it to Juri.
Cassinova: It's yours... from me. Please, open it.
Juri: (Taking it into her hands.) This looks expensive...
Cassinova: (Softly.) Don't worry about it...
She opens it slowly...
Juri: It's beautiful... (Closing the box.) But I-
Cassinova: ...You didn't even look at it.
He sighs.
Cassinova: Please... if you don't want it, at least look at it.
Juri: I didn't say...
Catching his disappointment, she opens the box and looks at it's contents closely. What she lays her eyes upon is an extravagant silver bracelet, lined with scarlet red. Even with patterned rubies and diamonds, most of the attention of the chain bracelet draws towards the clasp of it, where one end looks to be a pointed thorn, and the other one looks to be a magnificently carved rose. Though small, the cut of it allows the most minor details to stand out beautifully, and even in the dark, the bracelet gives off a shine like no other.
Cassinova: I... wanted to get something for you that really represented who you are, and was the closest thing I could find to being as lovely as you are.
Juri: (She closes her eyes.) It's too beautiful for words...
Cassinova: (Gazes at her, wishing she would open her eyes so he could look into them once more.) Now you know how I feel about you...
Juri: It's just too much... I...I....I can't accept this.
Cassinova: Please. It would mean a lot to me. It's one of a kind--and I feel like it was made just for you.
He takes a step forward.
Cassinova: Please, keep it. It's all I ask of you... Juri.
She takes a nervous step back.
Juri: I...I...can't... I don't.....accept gifts from men... (She gains more confidence.) It's a tradition... a weird one...
Cassinova closes his eyes, exhaling disheartenedly.
Cassinova: Then... what's on your wrist?
Juri: ...Something that means alot to me...
She lifts it up to the light, it's a golden bracelet made to look like rose brambles. Complete with small thorns and a rose clasp, with some sort of engraving on it. But before he can see it she pulls it away.
Cassinova blinks once, looking from the bracelet to her face.
Cassinova: So... you don't accept gifts from men... and that's the only reason you won't take this bracelet?
Juri: If it wasn't for that tradition... (Casting her eyes down.) I would...
Cassinova looks towards the ground as well.
Cassinova: Four thousand dollars... one of a kind... non-refundable... I was saving up to buy my mother a house this Christmas...
After a few seconds of silence, he looks up and forces a bright smile upon his face.
Cassinova: It's okay, though! I'll just find another use for it. Don't worry about it.
Juri: (Wavering smile.) I really do appreciate it though, Cass.
She pauses, looking down at the box... Then gives him a quick hug before handing it back to him.
Juri: So... Where to?
Cassinova: (Tripping over his words.) I.. uh.. I... we're...
He shakes his head and snaps himself out of it.
Cassinova: ...Do you expect me to be able to pronounce it?
Juri: (Chuckle.) Just lead the way.
Cass nods and slowly places the jewelry box into his pocket. He points towards a nearby restaurant, which seems to be a pretty fancy place. With nice cars and limousines lining the outside of it, it is plain to see that this isn't your run-of-the-mill eating establishment.
Cassinova: That's the place.
Juri: ...I feel under dressed.
Cassinova: I feel... too blissful to care what we look like.
Cassinova takes in a deep breath, before looking off to the side.
Cassinova: Anything for you.
Juri: ...Hmm... How about a compromise?
Cassinova looks back at her quickly.
Cassinova: I'd like a salad.
Juri: That could work... But I like me... substance to my food.
He thinks for a moment. Stroking his chin, a thought passes through his mind. He winces slightly, but decides to propose it.
Cassinova: How.. about... (Clears throat.) ...Chicken salad?
Juri: ...Sure.
Cassinova: Hm. I wonder if they have that there. Might be a little low-brow. Can we go easy on the blood tonight? Plzkthnx.
Juri: I'll just stick to water. Don't worry about that.
Cassinova: I appreciate it, Love.
Juri: I don't like when I don't know what I've said or done. That's all.
Cassinova: Yeah... I hope these guys speak English... like... everyone else in the country it seems like.
Juri: Glad I'm not the only one that noticed.
Cassinova: Yeah... they should rename this place "New America" or something.
Juri shakes her head, before pointing towards the restaurant.
Juri: Shall we?
Cassinova nods, smiling.
Cassinova: We shall.
Juri: Then let's go!
His smile turns into a grin, before he begins to walk side-by-side with her towards the restaurant.
Cassinova: You know... when we get that salad.. you can eat as much of the chicken as you want.
Juri: (Snort) Will do.
We cut to a later scene of the two sitting inside the restaurant, at a table for two. Juri is talking, and what she says seems to make Cass chuckle slightly.
Juri: So yeah... High school was interesting.
Cassinova: That sounds a lot like this movie I saw once, actually. Only...
He is cut off by the sound of the waiter clearing his throat. Cassinova looks up at him and frowns.
Cassinova: Wow. Thanks for being rude.
Juri: Not again... Cass, please.
Cassinova frowns and looks over at Juri.
Cassinova: If you want me to, I'll stop.
Juri: Please?
Cassinova: Again, anything for you.
Juri: (Exhale.) Thank you.
Cass smiles sweetly and looks back toward the waiter, hoping he speaks English.
Cassinova: Hi, we would like one large chicken sal--
He realizes that he is ordering for her.
Cassinova: ...I mean, I'll let the lady order for both of us.
Juri: Oh...okay. (Confused.) He'd like a raw st... (She chuckles.) We'd like one large chicken salad please.
Cass breathes a sigh of relief.
Cassinova: I've never been so relieved to hear someone order chicken in my life.
Juri: Oh, you can trust me.
Cassinova grins
Cassinova: All of my trust is within you. Now... we... might be considered almost "friends." I know you wouldn't do me wrong, and you definitely wouldn't lie to me.
Juri: Right. Right. (She fidgets with her bracelet again.)
Cass blinks and stares at the bracelet. Something about it makes him uncomfortable looking at it, but he can't put his finger on it.
Cassinova: So, if you didn't get that bracelet from a guy... where'd you get it from?
Juri: ...A good friend.
Cass assumes that she means Synthy, and smiles slightly.
Cassinova: All right. It's very pretty, by the way.
Juri: Thank you. I don't have alot of jewelry. (Beat.) Thanks to that tradition... I'm so worried I'm going to lose it that I always have to check on it.
Cassinova: Don't worry about it, Love. It'll be fine. I just... wish I knew what to do with mine...
Juri: ...I wish I could help you there.
Cass smiles once more at her.
Cassinova: Let's try not to think about it too hard, okay?
Juri: Kay.
[To Be Continued]
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Post by brokenrose on Sept 11, 2007 6:23:42 GMT -5
[Continued]
The scene cuts to minutes later, where Cass and Juri are handed their ordered food.
Cassinova: Oh, cool! Say, thanks Frenchie!
The waiter frowns and walks away as Cassinova turns back to the food. Looking at the salad, he can't help but think about how good it will be, even with the chicken in it. Slowly picking up his fork, he waits for Juri to make the first move before he does.
And she does, spearing a huge piece of chicken with her fork then eats it.
Juri: ...This tastes great!
Cassinova can't help but laugh, and he gets a piece of chicken onto his fork as well. Collecting a large amount of salad to cover it, he stares at it for a while, before looking at Juri.
Cassinova: (Grinning.) Open wide.
Juri: You goof. I can feed myself. (Before he can act she pulls it off with her hand and eats this piece as well.)
Cassinova continues to smile while shrugging.
Cassinova: Hey, close enough.
Staring down at the food, he figures that it's his turn. If you asked him a few days ago, he would've told you that he'd never eat meat. Now, staring upon the visage of Juri Sadamoto, he doesn't think twice before digging his fork in, taking out a bit of salad and a large piece of poultry, and putting it into his mouth.
Juri: You didn't have to...
Cassinova shakes his head, chewing and swallowing without protest.
Cassinova: I want to. You love meat. I want to love all the things that you love. I'd... I'd give away every aspect of my life for you. If you want me to eat me, I'll do it. You like the smell of cigars? I'll smoke. Need a drinking buddy? I'm your guy. My pledges... my promises... these tattoos... they don't mean anything to me when compared to you.
Juri: I don't want that, though... Don't give up yourself for my sake...
Cassinova: All you have to do is say the word...
Juri: ...Let's eat.
Nodding, Cassinova begins to take more salad out of the bowl, placing it into his mouth and chewing.
Cassinova: (After swallowing.) This is actually... pretty good.
Juri: I like the dressing... Wonder what it is.
Cassinova: Uh... Well... it's not French, is it?
Juri: (Pulling her fork from her mouth and finishing chewing.) No idea.
Cassinova: Hmph. Well, whatever it is, it tastes pretty damned good. (He takes another bite.)
Juri: ...Cass...?
Cassinova: (Looking up at her.) Yes?
Juri: Um... I think that last bite...
Cassinova: (Eyebrow) ...Yes...?
Juri: ...Was it more crunchy than usual?
He blinks.
Cassinova: Well... I'm not the authority on the consistency of chicken... but... I do believe so...
Juri: (She debates whether or not if she should tell him just ate a stray snail on the plate.) Oh, nothing! It's just these greens are too crisp for me. Plus, I think I'm full. (A waiter walks by with a full plate of "the crunchy stuff". Instantly she goes pale.) Yep, I'm full.
Cassinova: Hm. All right then, Love. Whatever you say. Had me worried there for a second. I mean, we're in France. Don't want any of that escartgot stuff to sneak on my plate.
He laughs slightly to himself. Juri laughs nervously too.
Juri: ...Yeah..
Smiling, Cass places his fork down and backs out of his chair. He stands and walks over to Juri's side, pulling out her chair and extending his hand to help her up. He doesn't know how well she'll accept help, but he figures he'd be wrong if he didn't offer.
Juri: ...What's going on?
Cassinova: (Blinking.) I... just thought I'd help you stand, so we can go back to the hotel and sleep.
Juri: (Still distracted by her replaying him eating the salad again and again in her mind.) Sure... Right.
Cassinova notices how distracted she is, but tries not to see anything. He instead tilts his head to the side and smiles softly.
Cassinova: So, are you going to take my hand?
Juri: Hmm? Oh! Yes.
Cassinova: Okay... You can.. you know... do it now...
Juri: ...Oh. Right! (She places her hand on his.)
Cassinova: (As he lifts her to her feet.) There's... something wrong. Is it me?
Juri: Don't know the half of it.
Cassinova: ...What do you mean by that?
Juri: NOTHING!
Cassinova: ...You mean something. Did I do something wrong?
Juri: No! I mean no... I'm just feeling... Tired?
He sighs.
Cassinova: Let's go to bed, Juri...
Juri: Um... Okay.
Just realizing that he hasn't let go of her hand, Cass does so slowly before taking out some money and leaving it on the table. He then looks at Juri and smiles, letting her know that she can lead the way out the door. Juri shakes her head to clear the image of the snail going in his mouth. But that only ends in confusing Cass. She flashes another nervous grin and simply runs out of the door. Blinking once, Cass hurriedly grabs his crutches from Alex Shelley and limps out of the door as fast as he can.
We cut to Cass in front of the hotel doing an interview.
Cassinova: I don't get it... What did I do?
Shelley: I don't have the heart to tell you.
Cassinova: What? You saw too?
Shelley: ...You know she's holding the elevator for you right?
Cass: Shoot!
Cass gets up and makes his way into the hotel as fast as he can, trying to make it to the elevator before she leaves him.
Juri: (Gasping.) Cass, I've held this for you for five minutes now!
He bursts through the elevator door frame like he was running a marathon.
Cassinova: (Panting.) I'm.. sorry... Shelley kept going on... about... his Chlamydia...
Juri: Okay first, EWW! Second... You okay?
Cassinova starts to get frustrated.
Cassinova: Why do you two keep asking that? I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be fine?
Juri: ...Umm... Ah.... (With great speed.) Your hair has been flat the whole day but we've both been too afraid to tell you.
There is a short pause...
...Before Cass suddenly breaks it with a tearful whimper.
Juri's face mirrors could be best described as this: "o.O".
Juri: Cass?
Cassinova has his face covered with his hands, and shakes his head to tell her that he doesn't want to talk.
Juri: It's okay... It's no big deal...
He shakes his head once more, wondering how he could've gone this entire day without noticing.
Juri: .... (She holds back her growing need to laugh.) Cassidy, look at me.
Cassinova: (Voice muffled by his hands.) I dun' wanna'!
Juri: (Choking out the words between her trying to hold back laughter.) I'll give you another hug!
Cassinova doesn't even have to think about the decision, and quickly pulls his hands down--showing his cheeks to be slightly reddened and puffy. He sniffles once, and could really use the hug right now.
Juri: Aww... (She hugs him shockingly tightly.) Don't worry about it.
Cassinova practically faints, as his life is pretty much complete now. Taking a moment to decide whether or not it's a good idea, he finally goes for it and hugs her back.
Juri: Feel better now?
Cassinova: Perfect.
Juri: Good.
Pause.
Juri: Um... You could let go now, maybe? This is our floor.
Cassinova: ...Just a few more seconds?
Juri: ...Okay.
She, however, lets go and allows her arms to go limp. Cass frowns, but is content to just have her body next to his. Taking in a deep breath, he lets her go and immediately wishes that she was still hugging him.
Juri: Well, it's late... see you in the morning!
She turns to walk away, only to be stopped by Cass. He seems puzzled at her dismissive behavior.
Cassinova: Wait... aren't you going to let me walk you to your room?
Juri: Oh... Okay if you want to.
Cassinova: Did I... do something wrong?
Juri: Not at all. Well, not today anyway.
Cass smiles slightly as Juri continues.
Juri: You were the perfect gentleman... barring a few incidents.
His hearing fades out after the words "perfect gentleman." Smiling happily, he almost can't believe what he's hearing. Unable to form words at first, he takes in a few breaths, and decides to just ask.
Cassinova: So... with everything factored in... what's your stance on me at the moment?
Juri: Cass... I.... I could see you as a good friend.
Cass has to look away as to not show the wide, cartoonish grin on his face. "I finally made it right. I made it all better. Everything is just perfect now," he thinks to himself, before turning back around to her.
Cassinova: I love you, Juri Sadamoto. Now... don't say anything else. It's time for you to go to sleep.
With that, he produces her room key and begins walking down the hall towards the door, expecting her to follow. Doing so, they soon reach her room, whereas Cass soon hands her the key, smiling.
Cassinova: Goodnight, Juri.
Juri: Night, Cass.
With that, he walks away. He gets about fifteen feet before turning around and speaking to her as she unlocks her door.
Cassinova: I'll try to fix the flat hair problem. Maybe you can come to my room tomorrow morning and help?
Juri shrugs and opens her door. She gives one last wave in his direction, causing him to noticing something... Her bracelet is missing from her arm. Not noticing herself, she walks in and shuts the door behind her.
Cass looks worried and glances over at Shelley.
Cassinova: You see that?
Shelley: ...Depends on what we're talking about here.
Cassinova: Her bracelet. It's missing.
Shelley: Oh! She dropped it on the ground earlier.
Cassinova: ...You didn't say anything?
Shelley: I was going to pawn it later.
Cassinova: ...Oh, okay. Understandable.
Shelley: Mhm.
Retracing their steps, Cass soon finds the piece of jewelry on the ground. He picks it up and smiles at how pretty it is, before stroking it softly in his hands.
Cassinova: This thing even feels special. She probably loves it...
He frowns.
Cassinova: She probably loves whoever gave it to her...
He sighs, envying Synthy for perhaps the first time in his life, before making his way back to Juri's room door. He knocks on the door a few times, before looking at the bracelet as he waits for Juri to come out.
Cassinova: It's really... pretty...
Shelley: Hey man, let me see that.
Cassinova: (As he hands it to him.) Be careful with it.
Shelley: Relax.
Alex looks over the bracelet for a while, turning it all around in his hands and bringing it up close to the camera lens.
Shelley: Hey, there's something written on it.
Cassinova: Written? Like an inscription?
Shelley: Yeah. Check it out
He hands the bracelet back to Cass, who looks it over for a while before finally finding it. He tightens his grip on the bracelet as his eyes focus on what the inscription says, and once he can see it clearly, he reads it out loud.
Cassinova: "To the only woman I ever loved...
-AH"
Cass stands in silence for a while, staring down on the bracelet given to Juri by Axel. Not in disbelief, not in shock, but more of an unexplainable mixture of feeling involving disappointment, sadness, anger, and disheartenment. Cass shivers slightly, feeling a chill, before look up into the air and sighing softly. As he does so, the door swings open, and Juri immediately notices the bracelet in his hand. She feels her wrist and notices that it's not there, and therefore must've fallen off, and before she gets a chance to ask if he looked at it close enough to read it...
Cassinova: (Smiling.) Here, you dropped this as you were walking in. I just picked it up.
He hands it to her, and she seems appreciative. Cass keeps his forced smile upon his face as he gazes at Juri.
Cassinova: Well... I just wanted to let you know that this has been fun, and maybe we can do it again sometime. (He can't help but look away and break eye-contact.)
Juri: (Smiling.) Sure. This has been fun.
He nods.
Cassinova: (Voice shaking this time, though he tries to hide it.) I-I love you... Goodnight...
Juri: Goodnight! (She closes her eyes and smiles widely before closing her door.)
As soon as the door is shut, Cassinova places his face into his hands and remains there for a while, in silence.
Shelley: Hey, man... let's go to...
Cassinova: ...I have to find someone.
Shelley: ...What? Who?
Cass places a hand against Juri's door and rests against it.
Cassinova: ...I have to do this. There's no other way. I... call a cab. Cut the camera off.
Shelley: But...
Cassinova: I said cut it off.
Shelley: ...Whatever you say, man.
Alex moves to the side of Cass, getting a nice shot of his sad, remorseful... and desperate eyes.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 11, 2007 9:22:03 GMT -5
We fade in to the scene of a familiar pony tailed young man, talking incessantly on one those stupid headset microphone things, which is attached to his cell phone, as he's dressing quite casual at the moment, an open deep purple jacket, with a golden yellow shirt underneath, a simple pair of khaki pants beneath that, as he sports an expensive pair of Italian loafers on his feet, as we catch some of his ongoing conversation.
Chance: So, you want me to bring what? Oh, well sure... I'll have to dip into my Turkish Bank Account... yeah, I'm not a fan of the Swiss ones, not as reliable as people say they are. Anyway, I'll bring the cash and I'll meet...
Almost quite literally out of nowhere, a pair of two men in colorful jeans and polo shirts, with dark black shoes and sunglasses on their eyes, a woman in a white denim skirt and light blue top and brown leather boots, and a skinny man in baggy jeans and a sweaty white t-shirt come up into view: Jimmy Thunder, Jason Jupiter, Terina....and Jack Jupiter.
Thunder: 'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
Jupiter: It's the grandmaster of wrestling in the flesh, the man who makes knees freeze and livers quiver....ON...THE....PHOOOOOONE!?
Thunder and Jupiter, EWT World Tag Titles around their waists, strut closer to Chance Confidence with Terina between them.
Chance: Ummm, I'll hit you back later partner.
He hangs up his phone, slipping off his headphones, handing them to a random EWT worker, then shooting TJT a quick glance.
Chance: Well, well, well... if it isn't AB…...TJT. Let me be one of the few to congratulate you on beating the Bookworms and... the other two. What was it, the Sindel Squad?
Terina: I thought it was the Cider Squad?
Thunder: Those guys who said they left their preverbial mark on the tag division...
Jupiter: What kind of mark? A pimple?
Chance: Nah... those can go away pretty easy. There more like a damn wart or something if you ask myself.
Thunder: Maybe it was a canker sore...after all, it WAS painful.
Terina: A-Anyway, thank you, Chance. And good luck with Ratings in your match against Oceanic and Maelstrom at Skies the Limit II...it's time someone did something to eliminate those tyrants.
Jupiter: Yeah, who do Aquaman and Captain Feminazi think they are, dragging their knuckles about on the ground and yammering about this and that, just cause one of them gets a hollow, token leading position?
Chance: I saw that stupid match. Biggest fix I ever saw. Ocean Annie caught ol Ratings off guard with brass knuks, salt, and a poke to the eyes! I swear, if that thing wants to go wrestle men so bad, she should try hanging out on street corners. I'm sure they'll give her some tough matches.
Jack: Yeah! No woman, no matter how tough they think they are...they can't beat guys like you without cheating! No way! Haha!
Terina suddenly gains a dark expression, glaring over at Jack, who begins to shudder
Jack: ...ce...cept for you, of course! Eh-heh!....eh.....uhhhh....
Chance: So tell me kids, what brings you before the glorious shining prescense that is my deity-like self? if you're looking for servants, don't bother asking... mine all suck.
Chance reaches over to the guy standing next to him, delivering a stinging smack across the face, causing him to run off and cry, as he watches, letting out a sigh.
Chance: Ya just can't find manly help these days...
Terina: Really? Ever tried Siberians? I've gotten some tough ones from Siberia before.
Chance: Too expensive. Plus I hear those guys are all jerks.... especially the women.
Terina: You'd be surprised. See, for people like me, or these two...*she suggestively points to her two partners in crime*...we can easily afford it. If you give them what you want, they're just fine.
Chance: I've had bad experienced with the Siberianese. This one b**** who I offered a wonderful evening, woke up in the middle of the night, got sick, and threw up all over my floor. Naturally, I made her pay for my carpet... I think she's homeless now.
Terina: Yes, I suppose things like that would give you bad impressions. You certainly should try again though. Maybe if you want, I'll rent out some of my more loyal Siberians to you for free. That is...
Chance: Oh, that is what? Don't tell me you'd like to gaze upon "Mount Confidence?"
Terina: Ahahaha.....no. No, I actually had a request in store. And I think you'll definitely like this idea.
Thunder: I know what's coming next.
Jupiter: Maybe, since I mapped this out...I should present the idea?
Chance: Well, alright. I can be a generous man I suppose every once in awhile, especially for a group such as yourselves. Go ahead and name your request.
Jupiter: Well Chance, you're a man that likes to be in the company of other competent, enjoyable fellows, right?
Chance: No doubt! I've got no time nor desire for hanging around with any other kind of beings.
Jupiter: You're a man who wants to make the world a better place...to shape it in an image of perfection?
Chance: Absolutely. My philosophy has always been, you're either perfect or pathetic.
Jupiter: And lastly...are you a man that believes that when the strongest group together, that absolutely NOTHING can stop them?
Chance: You three read me like a bloody book.
Jupiter: Fantastic! That's us, too.
Thunder: So here's our idea, man.
Jupiter: Why don't we...
Terina: Combine our efforts? Forge an alliance between us? You and Ratings are world-title level men, and Jim and Jason dominate the tag division. Meanwhile...I have....plans...in the GND division...hahaha...
Thunder: No one would be a match for us!
Chance raises a hand under his chin, stroking over and thinking a bit, as he ponders this proposal.
Chance: Hmmm, that's certainly an intriguing offer there. Tell ya what folks, I'll ask my partner in crime what he thinks and we'll get back to ya. In the meantime though, I assume you three are all ready for your... appearance coming up?
Thunder: O-ho, yes.
Jupiter: Definitely, man.
Terina: Yes, we're all ready for the big announcement. It'll be a pleasure, be certain.
Chance: Excellent. I'll ask those monkeys backstage to get everything ready then. You can't stop CHANCE TIME by simply destroying the set. Especially if you've got the funds that I've got...
Terina: It rings especially true for us. OH, and I'll make sure that Ivan and Vladimir report immediately to your estate...what's the address?
Chance: Wherever the hell I feel like living! *Chance winks to the camera* But right now, I'm living in this quaint manor across the pond. I'll have to write the address down for ya... you know there's a whole legion of autograph seekers begging to know of my residence. I can't just shout it out you know.
Terina: That makes sense.
Thunder: I mean, if everyone knew where I lived, I'd be swarmed 24/7!
Chance: Yeah. Being the personification of perfection is quite the doubled edged sword. On one hand, you've got your greatness. On the other hand, lesser fools want to worship you so much, it could eat up all your leisure time.
Chance looks over and stares at Jack a bit awkwardly.
Chance: Ummm... and who's that irritating-looking little character?
Jack: I'm Jack Jupiter, 100 percent greatness!
Chance: Negative one hundred percent from the looks of it. I'm sorry TJT, but I'm gonna go now. This whelp is making me want to vomit...
Jack: ...
Thunder: Good luck till then, Chance...
Chance: indeed... and moderately fortunate luck to you three as well... not your friend though.
Chance simply walks off, snatching his phone again and slipping it in his pocket, as he saunters off to do who knows what.
Terina: What a nice guy. I really hope he and….Ratings accept the offer.
Thunder: That is, if Ratings doesn’t hate us for-whatever-reason.
Jupiter: That’ll be the day, haha.
Terina: Oh well, we’re going to have to wait…and see…
The three of TJT and Jack Jupiter walk of screen, murmuring amongst them as the camera fades out…
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Post by chanceconfidence on Sept 11, 2007 9:34:28 GMT -5
OH IT'S TIME.... IT'S TIME.... IT'S CHANCE TIME!
The familiar tune of CHANCE TIME starts up, as we zoom into the ring, the set looking brand new, since the old one was apparently too roughed up by oceanic and Maelstrom the last week, as he see Chance Confidence strutting out from the back, Ratings oddly absent this time,probably busy trying to deal with the earlier silver limo disaster, as he gives a big smirk, having made an almost instant attire change, wearing a simple white jacket and matching slacks, with a red shirt underneath, along with some nice black italian shoes. He lowers a pair of violet tinted shades as he flashes his annoying smile, doing his usual entrance which I don't need to explain, as he walks over to the new set, the furniture has been replaced with equally expensive cherry red furnishings, the big ben thing, replaced by a giant golden statue of the Confident one, with a cocky look on it's own face. Chance taps that microphone headset near his head, resting an arm under his chin as he sits on down in his easy chair.
Chance: Well folks, it's mediocre to be back in front of all you ignorant fools, but here I am! Yes, CHANCE TIME has returned for the second week in a row, not because I wanted to entertain any of you folks, which from the looks of things, could easily be done, but mainly because I was asked for a favor. You see, I am not totally heartless, because when I feel like it and when I deem them worthy, I'm glad to offer my assistance to some poor slightly inferior beings. Of course, this won't mean I'll give every Hobo Moe out on the street a handout, so don't bother!
The crowd boos as Chance chuckles to himself, leaning back a bit in his chair, as he rests his hands behind his head.
Chance: Now, you'll notice that... due to a certain pair of imbeciles, my old set was quite damaged. Luckily, I have a friend who could remedy this situation, so I now have a new, much more exquisite setting. It's only natural that as I have evolved since my return, that my little show here also have a bit of a change, don't you... nevermind. I've already pointed out so many times that any of you don't think at all.
The booing grows a bit louder, as Chance shakes his head, almost in pity.
Chance: You people and your opinions. Well you see, you'll also notice my good friend and equal, Mr. Ratings is not present. That's because, well quite frankly, he just couldn't be bothered himself to grace you nobodies with his sparkling prescense. In fact, if it weren't for those friends of mine, I certainly wouldn't be either! So let's go ahead and get this over with, please welcome my guests today... your EWT Tag Team Champions, your trio of triumph, unless it's the force of Elite Perfection they deal with, ABC... I mean TJT!!!
For a moment, the audience goes silent. Disturbed's "Hell" blares over the speakers, met with equally blaring boos, as the limo rolls out, the doors quickly opening up. From each side, Thunder and Jupiter, wearing polos, designer jeans and shoes, but also their familiar trenchcoats and their EWT World Tag Team Championship belts come stalking out proudly, Terina emerging from the side closest to the ramp in embroidered blue jeans, light pink top, and light brown boots, her brown hair crafted to flow evenly behind her. The three join together at the stage, a sinister yet happy expression evident on Jupiter's face. As the three advance down to the ring, completely ignoring any boos that they hear, and soaking in their own happiness, one man on each side of their manager. As they are not in a sort of match, rather than taking the usual entrance, the three, single file, enter the ring via the steps and with Thunder and Jupiter raising their belts to even more boos, they slowly drop them down and the music goes silent, the crowd still heated. The three each grab nearby microphones...
Chance: Well hello there champs, it's nice to have you folks on such a prestigious show as mine. I'd also imagine it's quite the honor, simply being on it. After all, with a host as glorious as myself, it has to be wonderful!
Thunder: Ya know something, Chance? Actually, ya know a lot of things. But point is, it IS wonderful.
Terina: A former tri-State champion, and if I may say so myself, a FUTURE EWT World Heavyweight Champion. With a future GND Champ, and the EWT World Tag Team Champions. Altogether, it's got an aura to it that few things can match.
Jupiter: An aura...of Platinum. Rare and impossible to surpass, something that's too good to waste away, and forever shall be known and revered...it's interesting how similar we are to that...ha...ha...ha...
Chance: Heh, you guys, there's no need to kiss my arse, I've got plenty of losers I can hire to do that! So, then... I won't bore any of you with small talk, since you all seem quite above such a time waste and we all know or can guess why you are here, correct?
Terina: Right. As everyone knows, we held a signup to a drawing that features a number of EWT teams. One team will get an immediate shot at the EWT World Tag Team Championships, but all of the other teams will get an equally valuable prize, #1 Contendership for the tag belts for one month. That is, one team will, and that is...whichever team runs a gauntlet and wins. Now the slots are filled, and teams have drawn, yet are simultaneously unaware of their numbers--and who gets a direct title shot. That's something that myself and my two men--Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter--*Thunder and Jupiter begin to show off their title belts, nodding and smirking* have decided to reveal NOW.
Thunder: So without further ado...ladies and gentlemen...
Jupiter: ...COMMONERS, OF THE WORLD...COMING DOWN FIRST, THE TEAM THAT DREW NUMBER 1...COMING ATTRACTIONS...PRROOOOOOOODUCTIONS!
Almost instantly, the lights lower as from the stage area, a familiar group rises up, as the familiar tunes of Bass Mechanik's Blockbuster start up, the crowd greeting the horrible celebrities with boos aplenty. Tim Cruis, Lull Songstra, Mella Drom Attoc, and Zed Pine, along with that cameraman, all head down the rampway, each of them giving a rather disappointed look, due to the number they've drawn of course. They quickly enter the ring, walking right up to and shaking the hands of both TJT and Chance Confidence, who seems to recognize them.
Chance: Hey wait a minute... you're LULL SONGSTRA! Man, you know that little ditty you sang in that one musical you were in? I'm Prancing in the Sty or something like that.
Lull: Ah yes, good sir so kind of you to remember! I how nice it was to dance on that new polished timber! I take it you loved my adaption, of that normally boring craption?
Chance: Actually no, it was disturbing and wrong. It felt like my beautiful eyes were being raped!
Zed: Oh, perhaps ya mean they were being "raped" by the pure beauty of the whole spectacle?
Chance: No... the regular kind you fop. The kind that makes those eyes BLEED...
Tim starts muttering to himself, as he perhaps ponders the annoyingness of the confident one.
Cruis: *whispering* Who the hell does this guy think he is anyway... if I felt like it, I could and would knock him into the next time zone.
Zed: *whispering back* Tim, please don't do this again...
Chance: So, CRAP, looks like you folks are the first guys in this whole Tag Gauntlet thing... ouch, I feel quite sorry for you. Well, no, I would if the thought of watching you hacks lose didn't amuse me greatly. What's the matter Mr. Deville, didn't bribe TJT with enough cash?
Zed suddenly develops a rather fake look of shock
Zed: Wha? No... we would never do something so underhanded and sneaky...
Chance: Save it pops.
Jupiter: And enter the team that drew NUMBER 2...MINIPAX!
*Christopher Indigo and Noah Rodgers come out*
Indigo: TJT...You've enterted a doubleplusbad reality of which existance is no longer an option. You're future is lost. You think MiniPax will suffer from your departure? MiniPax is a doubleplus legacy developing before the proles eyes *Audience boos*, MiniPax is a predetermination which will evolve at Skies the Limit II, where MiniPax will assimilate the future of TJT, as well as the future of EWT's tag division.
Jupiter: Anyway, Next up, the team that drew NUMBER 3...FANBOY OTAKU GAMERS!
The FOG waste on time, walking out from the back as White and Nerdy starts up.
Koda: Number 3?! Aw man.....oh well, more people for us to beat down on, right Job?
Job: C0rr3c7!
Jupiter: The team that drew NUMBER 4...CELTS IN KILTS!
Some sort of Celtic song starts up next, as the Celts in Kilts walk out
Teddy: Sweet! We enter in at number 4, Kevin!
Kevin: Does this mean we get to hurt those mean people faster?
Teddy: Why yes, yes it does.
Jupiter: Coming up next, the team than drew NUMBER 5...DOMINATION!
Finally Welcome to the Jungle starts up as Team Domination heads out from the back
Titan: Oh just perfectly great...I just KNEW we'd be entering right after those nerds and those crazy barbarians in skirts.
Houston: As long as that very big one that isn't on the smarter side of things doesn't tea bag me, I'm ok with our position.
Jupiter: Now it heats up. Introducing the team that drew NUMBER 6...CURLY LONG...AND MISTER BIG!
As if by magic 'Moving on up' hits the speakers and Curly Long walks out a big smile on his face. He enters the ring microphone in hand, he has a brief look around the set and gives a smirk, before hopping up to sit on one of the turnbuckle corners.
Curly Long: Yep just as I thought ... the collosal coliseum doesn't need to worry about this competion!
Chance: Well of course not. The competition's been over since the birth of this glorious show. I don't even recall the last time you made an arse of yourself. Also, who lets kids host their own show anyway? I bet those kindergardeners are still wanting payment for designing that awful set of yours!
Curly Long: U-huh ... well you may have all the confidence in the world but I have it where it counts! You see some call me the Midget King, others the host with the most, a few even call me the rude, crude midget dude!
Brief cheer for Curly Long
Curly Long: However only the lucky ladies know to call me the Don with the long Shlo....
Chance: Simmer down there Brother Runt! You want us to get kicked off the air?!
Curly Long: So we got number six, can't say I'm surprised, Curly Long always hits those high spots, oh yes ...
Curly now addresses TJT
Curly Long: TJT your time is up, and those belts are coming back to two true champions! Come the Skies the Limit II The Midget King will be walking out with one half of the EWT World Tag Team Titles! ... oh and in case you clowns were thinking that Big might not make it ....
Curly does a midget version of the scott hall point to the stage and over the speakers the EA Sports sound hits 'BIG' and then reverts to 'Moving on Up' as out from the back walks the 7ft 3, 400 pound mountain that is Mr. Big. He walks to the ring and enters, giving a high five to Curly Long as the pair meet up for the first time in nearly a month. Big takes Curly's microphone as he towers over everyone
Mr. Big: ... Think again!
Jupiter: Entering next...the team that drew NUMBER 7...TEEEEEAM IRELAND!!!
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins to play. As soon as the upbeat of the song hits, Coach O'Hare walks out, flanked on either side by Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone brings up the rear. The Coach is dressed in a green & black shell-suit; Aidan & Sean are wearing their Team Ireland shirts & jeans, Sean is also sprting a pair of shades; Malone is also clad in a Large Team Ireland shirt but wears his wrestling tights. O'Hare waves that ol' Tricolour like a man possessed as Sean & Aidan taunt the crowd. All three pause midway down the ramp as their familair Green, White & Gold pyro goes off. Aidan & Sean roll into the ring as O'Hare climbs the steps, surveying the crowd to a loud chorus of boos; Malone steps in over the ropes. Aidan removes a mic from his pocket.*
Aidan: Oooh! Not quite the reaction I was hoping for. You people hate TJT, yeah?
*The crowd cheers.*
Aidan: Aye, well WE hate TJT too!
*The crowd cheers again.*
Aidan: Infact we're the only team to have a defeated TJT!
*The crowd cheers again as TJT stand with a fed-up look on their face. They're tired of hearing the same spiel from Team Ireland again & again.*
O'Hare: That's why...
*O'Hare is cut off as the crowd bombard the Coach with boos.*
O'Hare: That's why we've got the edge over them. They KNOW they can't beat us! In the 140 days that we reigned as EWT World Tag-Team Champions we defeated damn near every team Toom E. Dangerously would pick as our opponents. Everyone from Midget King & Co. to the [sarcastically] MIGHTY TJT! This gauntlet is as good as ours, lads! And when Big Shane takes the Toolshed Title a month later all the gold will be coming to the Team Ireland camp.
Aidan: Dead on, Coach! See, for too long, eejits like the Cidal Squad & Minipax have been running around trying to get the titles here, like it's all about them! The Cidal Squad took the titles that WE made so coveted & systematically devalued them! TJT, then aligned with Minipax, took worthless belts from a worthless team, but seek to restore honour to them. The only way those belts will be as valuable as they once were, is if a certain group of fellas from the Emerald Isle elevate them to the pinnacle they were once at!
Jupiter: Now entering...the team that drew NUMBER 8...THE ZEPHYR BROTHERS!
"Conrontation" begins to play over the speakers and out come both of the Zephyr Brothers...to absolutely no reaction. Both come running down to the ring, sliding in and grabbing microphones of their own.
Chance: Wait... who?!
Mike: It's time to be....AWESOME!
Mark: Zeeeeeeeephyrrrrrrrrrrr.....POOOOWWWWER!
Jupiter: And last, the team that drew NUMBER 9...TEEEEEAM....RAFT-SHACK!
Almost immediately after this announcement, Apache pumps out of the Toomitron as the lights quickly dim, lasers and spotlights going off everywhere, as Chance looks on, kind of rubbing his eyes in total confusion at this sight, before in a puff of smoke, Team Raft Shack emerges, inside of the ring. Zeleke dons a pink t shirt and a black skirt, with matching black boots, as Faboon stands next to him, wearing a white tank top, and a pair of jeans, along with a pair of white platform shoes on his own feet. Chance just looks at these two, as if having never seen them before.
Chance: .... So, this is a Raft Shack? I imagined it being some kind of house you could sail down a river in or something, not... these two eyesores!
Zeleke: ZIPPITY YOU LIPPTY... and cease getting all lippy.
Chance: What?
Faboon: I know not of nothing you may or may not have been doing, but our words have no purpose for you porpoise. We speak and seek only the chosen champions known as the T and the J and The TJTians. You see, THY GRASP A BEAUTIFUL GOLD IDOL in their hands, that makes me wag with excitement! I am absolutely astonished that they possess such trinkets, YET WE DO NOT HAVE OPPOTUNESS TO FETCH THOSE! Well, that was till this mere moment. It was brought to us by him, her, and it... EVERYONE BLESSED FORTUNE UPON US, as we have arisen with the final and ultimate spotty in this gauntillion. HOW FRUITFUL ARE THOSE EFFORTS?!
Zeleke: I'm gonna grab a belt and don it like a pelt!
Faboon: Of preciseness.... AND NOT YOU OR YOU OR YOU OR YOU OR ME OR I OR THEY OR IT OR THEM OR THOU OR THINE SELF SHALL STAND TO BLOCK OUR IMPEDING MARCH TOWARDS THE GLORIOUS VICTORION GLORY!!!
Zeleke: One day... I shall lick a jaguar!!!
Chance: O....K then.
Jupiter: But that isn't all...now introducing the team that won the Title Shot Drawing....RRRAAAAAAAATED XXXXX!
The lights suddenly turn blue and white as a voice breaks the silence.
"This was a f***ing bomb. For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon."
The sound of ominous humming is heard as the voice gains strength.
"Grrrrr THERE WAS A FIRE FIGHT!!!"
"Born To Win" by Papoose hits as Mike Corral and Jesse Nunez appear on the ramp, smiling devilishly. Corral has the GWE Heavyweight Title draped across his shoulder as Jesse grabs a microphone.
Jesse: Payback, my friends..... is a b****.
Mike: TJT..... whether or not you are still MiniPax, the fact of the matter is that you were key players in the death of my child. And although it was not either of you that deliverd the fatal blow, you did nothing to stop Joe One. At The Skies The Limit II, my road to redemption begins. My vengeance shall start with you two.
Mike gets a sick look in his face.
Mike: Your blood...... my baptism.
Mike drops the microphone as the two members of Rated X drop their microphones and leave.
Thunder: Mmmmmm....hm. *snirk*
Terina: Now all you teams...you know what to do. At Skies the Limit II...there'll be new #1 Contenders. May the best team win.
The teams have gazes focused on one another, some eyes shifting to the tag champions and their belts...and some others scanning each and every team.The camera quickly cuts to Chance who simply shrugs.
Chance: Well folks, that's all for this week. Tune in next time I feel like doing this whole thing. Oh and if your name is Swirly or Ocean Annie, enjoy your miserable beating at Skies the Limit II!
He grins, then quickly stops, turning to see Zeleke sniffing and snorting over him for some reason. Chance gives a rather digusted look, as he pie faces him off, and we take a look at each team in the ring before we fade out.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 11, 2007 14:41:59 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously makes his way to the ring after the break. He takes the microphone & gets in the ring.*
Now, I know what is going on here. dorf is trying to make himself look better by any means. He places me in a pay per view match, but doesn't have the decency to tell me my opponent. What kind of leadership is this? I have never done this sort of garbage.
And then he places me in a match with jzbadblood? Come on. What kind of crap is this? I tell you what kind of crap this is. This is poor leadership, again. jz has a big match to prepare for. Hell, I haven't even seen him backstage since the match was made for the pay per view.
So now here I am, waiting for my match & nothing. But that's fine. I have no problem with it. Nothing against jz, as he's a fine man...a worthy champion. And I am sure he will be a great match for Joe One on the airplane. But you see, jz is just to damn busy to show up & wrestle...
*Just then, jz's music hits. jz walks out from the back with a microphone.*
jz: Hold on just a minute Dangerously. I am here, just as you wanted. And I am here to make you look good...just as you wanted. For you see, I back down from no challenge & I back down from no man.
*jz drops the microphone & heads into the ring. He looks Toom E in the eyes. Toom E turns as jz grabs him. jz spins Toom E around & throws a punch to the face. jz lands several punches. jz grabs Toom & throws him into the ropes & lands a takedown clothesline. jz gets to his feet & grabs Toom up by the hair & hits a German Suplex on him. jz goes for a cover, but Toom manages a foot on the rope. jz gets back on his feet, but Toom manages a knee to the midsection. Toom grabs the microphone that is still in the ring & hits jz with it. As the referee is about to call for the bell, Toom E grabs him & yells:*
Don't you ring that bell!!! Don't you ring that bell or you will not have a damn job after that, do you understand? This is a no dq match....FOR ME!!!
*Toom nails jz with the microphone again. Toom hits a kick to jz & then throws him into the corner. Toom charges at jz, but jz manages to flip him over the top rope. jz climbs out of the ring & jumps off the apron with a double axe handle. jz grabs Toom & throws him into the barricade. jz lands a kick to the midsection & follows it up with a neckbreaker. jz throws Toom into the ring. jz climbs into the ring & grabs Toom. jz bodyslams Toom onto the mat & goes for an elbow. Toom manages to roll out of the way. jz gets to his feet & grabs Toom, throwing him into the ropes. Toom ducks a clothesline. Toom bounces off the ropes & hits a flying bodyblock. Toom gets to his feet & grabs jz, hitting a DDT on him. Toom goes for a cover, but jz kicks out. Toom gets to his feet & as jz starts for it, Toom hits a Shining Wizard. Toom quickly gets down & applies an STF to jz. Toom starts reeling back.*
Ring the bell!!! RING THE DAMN BELL!!! HE QUITS, HE QUITS, HE QUITS!!!!!
Referee: He hasn't tapped or said anything.
Toom: SHUT UP!!! WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE??
*Just then, jz reaches the ropes. Toom is forced to release the hold. Toom gets to his feet & kicks jz in the head. Toom climbs out of the ring & grabs a steel chair. The referee tries to stop him.*
Toom: You don't tell me what to do. I am Toom E Dangerously!!! I run this show!!!
*Just then, dorf walks out of the back with a microphone.*
dorf: You better listen to the referee, Bischoff!! You don't run this show alone. And you do not change the rules in the middle of the match. That's just jacked up man. jz didn't prepare for a No DQ Match.
Toom: Shut up!!! Shut up you!!!
*Just as Toom turns back away from dorf, jz grabs Toom & nails a jz Driver on him, covering him for the 1-2-3 as the referee calls for the bell. dorf, outside the ring still, makes the announcement:*
dorf: Here is your winner & possibly the next EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World...jzbadblood!!!
*jz climbs out of the ring, kicks dorf in the midsection, & DDT's him on the outside.*
jz: I am no man's puppet!!!
*jz walks backstage as dorf still holds the mic*
dorf: Tomorrow night, Toom E. Dangerously...you're opponent will be none other than
... .... ..... ...... ....... ........ ........ ......... .......... ........... ............. ..............
HEIDEN-DORF!
have a nice day. emt's...get this sack of s*** out of here! my match is up, next!
*camera fades to commercial.*
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Post by dorf on Sept 11, 2007 21:38:56 GMT -5
*camera returns from commercial as dorf is in his ring gear ready to go. No music was played as a replay of Toom E. Dangerously being wheeled to the back by the EMTs played.*
*"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N' Roses plays. Out comes G-Rilla, a hulking mass of uh...mass. He comes out to boo's, despite hearing some awesome music. He enters the ring fine and stares intently at dorf like he's gonna kill him or something. Howard Finkel gets out of his timekeeping roost and announces the contest!*
Finkel: This match is scheduled for one-fall with a twenty minute time limit! In the blue corner, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, he is currently ONE-HALF the owner of EWT, DORF!
*crowd cheers*
In the red corner, weighing in at a monstrous 375 pounds, from Tampa Bay, Florida, G-RILLA!
*crowd boos*
*After a quick check by the referee and Howard Finkel situated in his timekeeping spot, WE ARE READY TO GO!*
Bell: DING! DING! DING!
*The two attempt a lock-up, but G-Rilla shoves dorf down right away, as dorf looked at him intently while he is down. Dorf gets right up and tries another lock-up, but to the same avail...another shove became pushed by G-Rilla and dorf goes down once more. G-Rilla let's out a hearty laugh, while dorf looks in distraught.*
*Dorf got up once again and this time he runs to the ropes, once flung back he attempts to take G-Rilla down, but nothing happens as G-Rilla just laughs and tells dorf "again!." Dorf uses the ropes for leverage once more and flings back to a Clothesline by G-Rilla!*
*G-Rilla makes dorf stand up and connects with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex that makes Brock Lesnar's look like a modern-day Scott Steiner. On that stunning Belly-to-Belly Suplex, G-Rilla wanted to do another one and yes, he did. Also, he connected. G-Rilla covered dorf for the attempted pin.*
Referee:
1!
2!
*dorf kicks out!*
*G-Rilla, a bit upset....does a Donkey Kong bit dance in the middle of the ring and figures that dorf is done anyway, so he slowly gets him into the Powerbomb formation. G-Rilla does his finishing signal, but dorf slopes down, like he's limp or something. This frustrates G-Rilla as he attempts to get him into the Powerbomb formation again, and once again...dorf flails down. This angers G-Rilla as dorf is down. The referee checks dorf, but the match continues.*
*G-Rilla easily picks dorf up in the air and attempts an Umaga Samoan Drop, but dorf uses his weight to knock the wind into an Oklahoma Roll-up for a pin!*
Referee:
1!
2!
*G-Rilla kicks out!*
*Dorf gets up right away and throws about five rights to get G-Rilla down, but each time he punched him...G-Rilla kept on going. Once G-Rilla got 3/4ths of the way up, dorf put him back down with a DDT. Dorf said that's it and drags his carcass to the corner. He waits until G-Rilla is partially up, whick takes a good thirty seconds while dorf stands on the second turnbuckle. Dorf applies with the underhook and tries to lift G-Rilla, barely to CONNECT WITH THE DORF-DRIVER! Dorf covers!*
Referee:
1!
2!
3!
*G-Rilla kicks out with strength, but dorf got the pinfall and stays a good distance away.*
Finkel: Here is your winner...DORF!
*Dorf is half-way up the aisle as he walks away with a slight shrug. Then, all of a sudden, a HUGE DORFMAN INDUSTRIES banner appears in front of the toomitron as the crowd cheered to a segment backstage or a match.*
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Sept 12, 2007 3:00:48 GMT -5
Tuesday - 9.11.07 - 3:00 p.m.
We return from the commercial to find ourselves in the arena. The fans buzz excitedly, waiting for whatever match or segment is coming up next. After a short while of silence, the arena lights turn a goldish color as an airy tune plays from the sound system. Following six or so seconds of this, the note spins into a certain Italian-sounding intro that hasn't been heard in quite some time. The lights twirl as the intro plays, before "Square Dance" actually starts up full-swing.
Eminem: People! It feels so good to be back!
As the lyrics of the song play, Cassinova slowly hops out from behind the curtain on his crutches--to cheers? Apparently so, and this is definitely something that hasn't been seen or heard in a long while. Cassinova seems indifferent to the reaction, and smiles for a different reason as he makes his way down the ramp and beside the ring. He slides his crutches into the ring before slowly sliding in himself and retrieving them. With a bit of trouble, he makes his way to his feet and uses the crutches for support, nodding at the referee as he hands him a microphone. His music fades out, and he looks around at the crowd for a second before smiling and speaking.
Cassinova: Before I even say anything, I would like for the most beautiful woman in the world, Juri Sadamoto, to be out here by my side.
He takes the microphone away from his mouth and waits in silence, knowing that it will take a short while for Juri to get out there on such short notice. In the meantime, he looks towards the ground and contemplates everything he's going to say once she comes out, and before too long, "Rose" by Anna Tsuchiya hits, signalfying the arrival of Juri Sadamoto herself. Fans in the crowd look all around, wondering where she's going to show up, and most are surprised to see her walk out from behind the curtain, taking the main entrance into the ring. Juri wears jeans and a t-shirt, and she gives a slight smile as she looks towards Cassinova. He returns the smile, while lifting the microphone back to his lips and waiting until she enters the ring to talk.
Cassinova: Juri... I can't really put how much I love you into words. I know, we talked about this, and I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable... but... it's true.
He looks away from her, as he'd rather not see her reaction to his words. Just wanting to get them out, he talks quickly to get it over with.
Cassinova: With that said, I don't think I've ever had as much fun in three days with a person as I did with you. In those three days, I not only feel as if I changed your view of me, but I just plain had a great time. Everything was just perfect, Juri. Couldn't have gone better...
Cass smiles sweetly at her.
Cassinova: I felt so close to you at times... I just knew that we had to be soul-mates. I felt as if, there's just no one else out there for me. The person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with was right there in front of me. So many people have to search their whole lives for what God gave me so easily... and for that, I'm eternally greatful to Him and you, Juri...
Cassinova's smile fades.
Cassinova: But... what happens when the person you love most doesn't feel the same way, and never will? Ever?
He begins to scowl.
Cassinova: What happens when you work so hard to get something, and some worthless, undeserving person ends up getting it instead? What are you left with? What am I left with?
The camera cuts to Juri, who looks genuinely confused as to what's going on, and a little bit concerned for Cass. The Ox champ mumbles to himself for a second, before taking a deep breath and forcing a smile again.
Cassinova: But... I'm okay. I'm out here to tell you how great of a time I had, and how much I appreciate you putting up with me...
His eyes dart towards the ground.
Cassinova: Putting up with my compliments... my affection... my thousands of dollars with of gifts... Yeah... I appreciate you "putting up" with all of that.
Wondering why he's being like this, Juri receives a microphone of her own.
Juri: (Taking a step forward.) Cass, I...
Cassinova: Don't come any closer. I... just let me talk, all right?
Juri shrugs and sits her microphone down, letting him talk.
Cassinova: Juri... I saw the bracelet Axel gave you. Now, I'm not angry that you lied to me, but it's just been eating at me since it happened...
Juri crosses her arms, listening and now wondering if lying was the best thing to do in the situation.
Cassinova: I don't really have much to say about it right now. My head is just so blocked with all of this madness... I just... I know that you'll never love me the way things are now. And I need that. I need you to love me. And I'm willing to do anything to make you love me...
He takes a long, deep breath, before snarling. Dropping both of his crutches, he slowly and menacingly walks towards Juri without needing them at all. He gets a few feet away from her, before she clenches her fists and stands threateningly, warning him off.
Cassinova: (Stopping and frowning.) Well, not anything. I wouldn't touch you, Juri. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I hurt you. But... it does seem like the only way I can get you to wake up to who really loves you and who doesn't, is to literally pound it into your head. You've told me that you're nothing but a fighter. I don't believe that, but I know fighting is a part of you--a big part. So, if violence is the only way you'll understand that we belong together, then so be it.
The Joshi still stands threatening, waiting for him to try something. Even in her injured state, she feels she handle herself just fine if he tries to attack.
Cassinova: Please... lower your stance. I don't want to fight you. I'd never lay a harmful finger on you. But... I managed to get you a match at the PPV tomorrow.
Slowly, she lowers her stance, blinking once at him.
Juri: (Almost inaudible due to her not having a microphone.) What?
Cass looks off to the side, in thought.
Cassinova: She... wanted to come back... to EWT. She was interested in our ongoings and followed us to Europe to learn more. I recognized her at that pub we went to in Ireland. I talked to her, and she wanted to challenge you to a match for tomorrow. I accepted for you...
Juri seems unsure of how to take this news.
Cassinova: I just thought... well, everyone would benefit. You would get a chance to do what you love doing--fighting. She would be back in EWT, where she wants to be. And... hopefully... maybe she can literally knock some sense into you, so you'll wake up to reality and understand how deep my feelings are. This was an act of desperation, Juri, and I realize that. I just want you to forget about Axel and love me...
Do you love me?
The camera pans to Juri, who frowns and shakes her head slowly, mouthing "No." Cutting back to Cassinova, his sad frown is shown, before his shaky voice is heard.
Cassinova: Love, in it's dying form, is the worst imaginable mix of desperation, and devastation.
As Juri gives a rather confused look with Cassinova's word, the sound of approaching footsteps is heard from behind. Hearing them, but having no time to react, Juri recieves a vicious fist to the back of the head, sending the Broken Rose stumbling forward. She turns around, only to be tackled by some sort of mystery woman who seems to have emerged from the crowd, her face hidden behind a oddly familiar smiley faced mask. She leaps atop Juri, punching viciously at the woman, as Cassinova quickly turns away to avoid watching this blatent assault. Juri pushes the woman off and slowly rises to her feet, right into a nasty roundhouse to the face! She grimaces from the blow, dropping to both kneess, as the masked woman starts unleashing a series of brutal knees to the face, eventually busting the woman known as Juri wide open. The masked woman then looks down, nodding eagerly, as she yanks Juri up by her hair, before rolling out of the ring, walking back over to the crowd area and grabbing... a yellow chair, another smiley face painted across the front of it. Juri is teetering from this assault, as the woman charges back into the ring, bashing Juri in the face with it, busting her wide open! She grasps her forehead, cringing in pain, as the woman drags her helpless body near the turnbuckle, springing atop and hitting a 630 Splash! The woman sits up, looking down, as she waltzs over, snatching a microphone.
Woman: Well welly welly WELL! It's the EWT sensation of the GND division, the Broken Rose herself, the tough little gal, the future of the GND Division, the.... THIEF! You little vagabond, I don't appreciate you taking my spot in this company! I should be the one that's where you are right now missy! I should be the one that's sitting atop that mountain, being all tough and everything. I should be the one who is getting all this prase and admiration from everyone. I SHOULD BE IN YOUR SPOT WOMAN!
The woman immediately rips off her mask...
Revealing a familiar bald woman known as Dr. Vivian Anemone, who has one of the angriest grins on her face that you could possibly imagine. Teeth clenched tight, she holds this mask before tossing it aside, continuing to look down at Juri--who is twitching on the mat, continuing to bleed. Vivian walks over, grabbing her special chair and folding out in the ring, sitting down and glaring right at her fallen victim.
Vivian: It's story time boys and girls! One day, there was a BEAUTIFUL Girl Next Door competitor in the EWT. She had everything she could ever want. A beautiful head of natural hair, Two nice young boys to keep meanies from beating her up, a big ol' TV Show all her own, a plethora of happy fans eager to watch on, and a big gold belt that was just dying to let her hold onto it. Then one day, she got shaved bald by a psychopath, her two boys left and betrayed her just cause they got upset, the show was canceled after that kid's parents sued us for the roller coaster incident, those fans have all forgotten and moved on from me like fickle little brats and the belt is in contention for between two undeserving little girls! That just mad me real grumpy, ya' know? So, I decided to take off, find myself, sit back and relax a little. I was watching EWT the whole time, when I saw this little brat, this little mischevious scamp named Juri Sadamoto. Yeah, from the day she was Senshe, to even their little trip to Eurotown, I was watching the WHOLE THING! Yep, I watched that girl's antics, as she froliced with friends, beat up naughty little girls and even boys, and even every time she got hepped up on too much giggle juice. I was thinking to myself, SHE'S THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING! Yep, this was all her doing, I just know it. I mean first, that handsome Mr. O Hare stopped taking my calls... she told him to do that! Then all my stuff got repossessed... she intercepted my mail and ripped it up! I SWEAR I PAID FOR THAT STUFF! Then when I call Mr. Toomi and recently Mr. Dorf day and night, day and night, I didn't get a single request to return! YOU TOLD THEM THAT I WAS A JOKE! YOU TOLD THEM I SHOULDN'T BE HIRED CAUSE I'M TOO CRAZY! Well, you ugly little girl, I'm afraid I just got tired of you ruining my life! I got sick of ya messing around with everything that I did, making me cry like that. You little witch, I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT! That's why I'm gonna be making you cry little Juri, because frankly my dear, you need some discipline! So that's why I just beat the living hades out of ya sweety... oh and there's plenty more where that came from. I haven't even BEGUN to pay you back for all your little misdeeds.
She quickly jumps up, before climbing atop the turnbuckle once again, snapping off a SECOND Smile High 630, once again driving the air out of Sadamoto, as she sits up again, looking down once again at the fallen Juri with an almost overjoyed expression, seeming to absolutely adore every moment of pain that her foe suffers. Cassinova has meanwhile been hearing all of the commotion behind his back, shaking at the thought of his dearest Juri being hurt, but thinking that it's for the best. Not wanting to turn around and look at the broken body of his love, he quietly lifts the microphone to his lips...
Cassinova: ...She'll... see you at the PPV, Juri...
...Before exiting the ring. He lays the microphone on the apron and walks up the ramp, avoiding looking at the tron as he does not want to see what's behind him. It's obviously hard for him to think about, but the thought of it being best for her allows him to press on without too much guilt. He disappears backstage to absolutely DEFEANING boos, as Vivian stands above the bloodied Juri, chair in hand and insane grin to boot. She stares crazily into the camera, and this image is the last we see before we...
Fade to commercial.
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Post by brokenrose on Sept 12, 2007 3:01:55 GMT -5
[Back to real time.]
*Back from commercial, we see the fiery Joshi standing outside the door of the WP. On her face, a look of longing yet confusion (and a large bandage left over from Vivian's attack). These past few days with Cass have no doubt put her priories in place. However something is holding her back, besides her own concerns... She stares at the blood, looking uncertain of just what it can mean. Shaking her head 'no' she turns and goes to take a step. But then something catches her eyes... A shine of gold. His gift. Her bracelet. It clicks within her internally as well as visually on her face. She has to confront Pryde. She has to save him. She has to get back the man that cares for her deeply, if not to protect future victims but...perhaps... To bring her out of her on recent string of misfortune. Nodding she turns around and opens the door. Ominously, it creaks open exposing the chamber of recent horrors to air. As she walks in, she can't help but notice the staleness of the air. She begins to make a move toward the light switch but quickly stops herself.*
Juri: ...no...I've got to bring him into the light.
*Her voice reaches the menace known as Pryde, who responds with a hungered moan.*
Juri: ....Mr. Halaway... I know what you've done.... What you did to all those people... What you did to Jobby.... I know how much you've suffered. *voice trailing off* And that a large part of it has been my fault.
Pryde: .....hiss.....
Juri: But I admit that! Look at my own sadness! I've had just as much hardship as you... You don't see me falling into madness like this! You're better than this. You don't need all this! Come here, to me. Come into the light of the doorway... *whispering* I need you now....more than ever.....
Pryde: ......successful.....beautiful..........joshi..........horrible.......LIAR!
Juri: LOOK AT WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING LATELY TO ME! I'VE BEEN FORCED TO BE THE OBJECT OF ONE PERV'S LUST! I'VE BEEN CHEATED OUT OF MATCHES! *near tears* And I'm fine... please.... Come back.... Ax......kun.....
*The gray hooded zombie releases a inhuman scream as he lunges at Juri. Tackling her to the ground, he slams both of her arms down. She tries to struggle but to no avail. Perhaps due to a part of her that wants to give in, that just wants the pain to go away.*
Pryde: ....That name.....that man...IS DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! ....you...successful....hurt me...failure....with your....words.....they burn.....my very core..... He...will never return...he was....killed...and......you helped....it be so...
*She can't help and stare into the cold, lifeless eyes of Pryde as he lowers his dried blood coated face closer to hers. Her whole body squirms as he breathes on her neck in a short, quick breaths. She betrays herself by blushing at the very feeling.*
Pryde: ...give into the darkness... let yourself die... let only your honor survive.... become Honur....
*Her eyes water up as she stares in ultimate sorrow at his face.*
Juri: You jerk..... I really have lost you... You jerk.... *She breaks his grip on her arm and rears it back.* YOU JERK!
*With all of her might, she slams her fist into his jaw. He falls back, stunned. Scooting herself back, she stands up and quickly slams the door. Without a second thought, she runs down the seemingly endless hallway of the EWT arena. She tries to hold back her tears, using it's energy rather to increase her speed. After what seems like years to her, Juri finds her destination. The locker room of one Synthy Eris. She pounds on the door, hoping that the person she describes as her best friend is on the other end. Her unrelenting slamming on the door ceases when she is awarded with the click of the door being opened on the other side. Synthy quickly opens the door with an annoyed look on her face. But is shocked to see her friend, the tough “heartbroken badass” in tears. Before she can let out a word, Juri collapses into her. The girl, who has never allowed herself to break down, buries her head onto Synthy's shoulder as she finally allows the tears to escape. Her arms tightly wrap around Synthy's body as she lifts her head to gaze into Synthy's face. Synthy's face is in total emotionless mode, except a glint of sympathy..maybe empathy in her eyes.*
Juri: *Tears stream down her face and her nose leaks from all the pressure in her face* You're the only one I have left... I love you, Syn...
*Before Synthy can say anything, Juri's lips press firmly against her cheek. Opening her eyes again, Juri buries her head back onto Synthy's shoulder. Syn's face now holds a weary-look of understanding and wonder as she hesitantly wraps her arms around Juri's back. With a sigh of pity and concern, she hugs Juri back and whispers something very quietly.*
Synthy: ...It'll be alright.....You'll always have me to look to, love.
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Sept 12, 2007 4:10:29 GMT -5
“Blockbuster” plays over the PA system as the three members of CAP make their way down the ramp, with Zed Pine following behind, his big feces eating grin on his face. Tim, Lull, and Mella then climb into the ring, and raise their arms high, expecting the crowd to cheer them on. And they don’t.
Lillian: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is contested under six-man tag rules. In the ring first, they are the team of Tim Cruis…Lull Songstra…and Mella Drom Attoc…Coming Attractions…PRODUCTIOOOOONS!
As the group gets out of their entrance gear and stretch out for this match, “Holding My Last Breath” by Evanescence plays over the PA system, and out walks Linda Ragnal, the crowd in an uproar. Linda stands on the stage, arms crossed, as her music is replaced with “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed. Joe Ragnal simply walks out in his trenchcoat and shades, and the crowd is still in uproar. Joe stands a few inches to Linda’s right, and takes his sunglasses off as they stare down at the ring. Soon enough, “High Voltage” by Linkin Park plays, and the audience plain out loses it. Mike Ragnal walks out, and looks at the crowd as a few members chant “Please don’t go!”
Lillian: And the opponents…they are the team of Mike, Joe, and Linda…The RAGNAAAAALS!
Mike then pats his siblings on the shoulders, and they begin to walk down the ramp. CAP, meanwhile, are watching the Ragnals walk down, unamused or even fearing the First Family of EWT. All three siblings then slide into the ring, with Joe immediately climbing the turnbuckles and raising his arms proudly, while Linda simply raises her fist high and proudly, and Mike cracks his knuckles while he looks at CAP.
The ref seperates both teams in the middle, and asks that two men stay in the ring. Joe, Linda, Lull, and Mella all go to their respective corners, leaving Tim and Mike to start off. Mike extends his arm out to signal for a lock, but Tim simply laughs at Mike’s attempt of sportsmanship before extending his arm as well. The two then lock up, attempting to push one another to the canvas. Tim leaps up and plants his feet on Mike’s stomach and sends him off with a monkey flip. Mike still has his hands locked up with Tim’s, and both men roll back to their feet, still locked in. Tim then kicks at one of Mike’s arms, forcing him to let go, which allows Cruis to twist Mike into a wristlock, then once again into a hammerlock. Mike slaps on Cruis’s arm, trying to get him off, but to no avail. Mike eventually reverses the hammerlock with one of his own, then slaps a Half Nelson on the other arm, placing Tim inside the Shock to the System. As Cruis tries to break the hold up, Mike switches up with a German Suplex, which Cruis flips and lands on his feet behind the Master of Elemental Disaster. Cruis then grabs Mike from behind and locks in a sleeper hold. Mike then scratches at Cruis’s hands, which eventually makes Tim let go. Mike then turns around and wraps his arms around Tim’s stomach, and hits with a gutwrench DDT. Mike goes to pin.
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Kickout from Tim. Mike picks Tim up and whips him into the ropes, then goes for a clothesline, which Cruis dodges. Cruis then charges back at Mike, and hits him with his Box Office Bust, sending him to the canvas. Cruis then kicks repeatedly into Mike’s stomach, and drops a knee onto the middle Ragnal. He then grabs Mike by the head and drags him over to the ropes, and places Mike’s head on the middle rope. Cruis then runs to the opposite ropes, and leaps up to dropkick…but Mike moves out of the way just in time! Cruis is unfortunate, however, to be groined on the middle rope! Tim falls to the ground while Mike gets to his feet. He picks Cruis up and whips him over to his corner, which Lull Songstra makes the blind tag. Lull gets into the ring and runs after Mike, and connects with It’s All The Same. Mike gets back to his feet, only to be met with a dropkick from Songstra. Lull then gets on the ring apron, then springboards high off the top rope and hits a corkscrew legdrop to Mike. Lull then goes to pin.
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Mike gets his shoulder up. Lull picks Mike up and whips him into the ropes, and looks for another It’s All The Same. Mike ducks under and runs back to the ropes, then stops in the middle of the ring. Lull then charges at Mike, only for him to be picked up by Ragnal’s hands and into a snap spinebuster. Mike takes this opportunity to tag in his younger brother, Joe. Joe hops over the ropes and waits for Lull to get to his feet. Joe then runs and leaps onto Songstra’s shoulders, and hits with a hurracanrana pin.
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Cruis gets into the ring and kicks Joe in the back to break up the pin. The ref then orders for Cruis to get out of the ring, which he does so. Joe then picks Lull up to his feet, but Songstra slaps the Innovator’s arms off of him, the chops him hard across the shoulders, following up with an enziguri to complete These Are My Friends! With Joe on the ground, Lull stomps down on Joe’s leg, then tap dances his way from the leg to the head, and then jumps off the shoulders and Double Stomps the head with Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do! The impact causes Joe to slop around the ring until he makes it back over to his corner, where he’s grabbing his cranium with severe pain.
Mike: You alright?
Joe: I feel like I ate too much ice cream.
Linda: Weird. Need a break?
Joe: Pretty please?
Joe then tags Linda in. Lull merely laughs at his new opponent, and runs right at her…only for the Ocean’s Beauty to drop toe hold him facefirst onto the turnbuckles. Linda then grabs Lull by the head and tosses him back into the mat, and grabs Lull’s leg for a spinning toe hold. Eventually Linda lets go and leg drops Lull’s chest, then covers to pin.
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Lull kicks out. Linda gets to her feet and runs to the ropes, then springs to the second ropes for a Lionsault. Lull rolls out of the way and immediately leaps up and tags in Mella by the shoulder. Mella’s jaw drops as she realizes she’s in the match. Linda stands with her arms crossed as she stares a hole into the Dra Mattoc’s head. Mella, then laughing Linda off, climbs into the ring and points at the eldest Ragnal, laughing at her. Linda then signals for Mella to “bring it”, and raises an arm high. Mella raises her arm up, and the two GND girls lock up. Mella then kicks at Linda’s leg, forcing her to grab it and release the lock. Mella then delivers a swift kick into Linda’s chest, sending her down to the ground. Mella then runs to the ropes near Linda, jumps off the bottom rope, and drops her knee into Linda’s face. Mella then goes to pin.
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Linda grabs the ropes with her arms. The ref sees this and asks for Mella to break up the pin. Mella gets to her feet and stomps down on Linda, then picks her up and attempts to whip her into the ropes. Linda counters, however, and sends Mella into the ropes, then dropkicks her through the ropes and onto the outside. This prompts both Tim and Lull to run into the ring, which prompts both Ragnal brothers to run in as well. As Linda split legs out of the way, the four men start to throw fists around until Linda eventually sweeps both Lull and Cruis off of their feet. Mike and Joe then pick the CAP men up, and whip them so hard into the ropes that they fall to the outside next to Mella. Joe then smiles, and runs to the opposite ropes, Linda and Mike wondering what he has in mind. The Innovator of FUN then charges to the ropes where CAP are, and leaps over with a crossbody as he yells…
Joe: Oh, SNAAAAAAAP!
And lands atop CAP, all on their feet. Mike and Linda, meanwhile, look on at Joe’s action, then exchange looks with one another. Mike then runs to the ropes, leaps over the top ropes, lands on the apron, then moonsaults off the middle rope as he yells…
Mike: CRACKLLLLLLLLLE!
And Asai moonsaults on top of CAP, with Joe having rolled off them. Linda is still in the ring, her jaw dropped as she realizes what needs to be done now. She then looks out to the crowd, who chants “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” The Ocean’s Beauty then palms her face, embarrassed by what she’s about to do. She sighs, then runs to the ropes, and leaps over, yelling…
Linda: POOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
And hits a spinning senton atop CAP. Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed the Rice Krispies Bowl Spill.
The Ragnals each pick up a member of CAP and roll them back into the ring. Linda picks Mella up and whips her into the ropes and bends down for a back body drop, but Mella delivers a hard kick into her face while the other Ragnals and CAP go to their respective corners. This gives Mella the chance to tag in Cruis. Cruis then runs into the ring and as Linda regains herself, he elbows her hard in the face. He then whips Linda into her corner, stomping into her midsection. Mike, however, is smart enough to blind tag Linda, and the ref acknowledges it. Mike then climbs into the ring and grabs Cruis from behind, and hoists him onto his shoulders. As Mike prepares for the Ragnalrok, Lull gets into the ring and kicks Mike in the gut, prompting him to drop Cruis onto the mat. Lull then sets Ragnal up for what looks to be Dentist! Before Songstra can attempt the reverse STO, Joe kicks Lull in the back to allow Mike free, then leaps up, plants his knees into Songstra’s shoulders, and falls backwards for the lungblower! Joe gets to his feet, and Mella now gets into the ring and spins Joe around, kicking him in the gut. As Mella prepares to hit a DDT, Joe yells out…
Joe: CUT!
Mella then releases the youngest Ragnal, confused by what just occurred.
Joe: ACTION!
And then Joe leaps up and hits an enziguri to Mattoc’s face! The other two Ragnals get into the ring, and listen to the audience cheer. They each look at a cornerpost, then exchange looks with one another…and nod. The Ragnals then climb up the turnbuckles, then, in perfect rhythmic timing, leap off…with the Frog Splash to Lull, Down Pour to Mella, and High Voltage to Tim! Lull and Mella then roll out of the ring due to the pain they’ve taken in, leaving Cruis by himself. Linda and Mike then grab an arm on Cruis, whipping him into a corner. Linda then charges at Cruis, leaps onto his shoulders, and hurracanranas him straight into the arms of Mike, who holds Tim halfway up for a powerbomb. Joe then runs to the ropes behind Mike, and hits an enziguri to Cruis’s head, stunning him. Mike holds Cruis high, then drops him down hard into the mat! The Elemental Disaster has been completed, and Mike goes to pin!
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“High Voltage” plays over the PA system, and Mike gets up on his feet, and the three Ragnals raise their arms high.
Lillian: Here are your winners…The RAGNAAAAAAAAALS!
The three siblings raise their arms high, then take a bow to all four sides of the ring and it’s audience. This is the last image we see before we…
FADE OUT
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Sept 12, 2007 17:04:28 GMT -5
*Back from commercial, the camera fades into a dark room that is all too familiar... The bathroom where Axel first started his downfall into Pryde. Sure enough, in the center of the room sits a gray hooded figure. The sweatshirt now taking on a more horrific look as it has dried blood of all Pryde's victims. The body known as Pryde rocks back and forth as he stares at his left hand. It no doubt reeks of rotten flesh. Then he looks over at his right. In it, a huge butcher knife. Bringing it up to his blood caked mouth he licks the bare blade.* Pryde: ......release the soul.......carve out.....what....hurts.........let the feelings.....leak.....out... *He brings the knife close to his left wrist and prepares to saw away. But he's attacked! A large figure socks him hard and causes him to drop the knife. Then the figure lays hard lefts and vicious rights into Pryde's face.* Pryde: WHAT IS? STOP THE FAILURE! IT HURTS! “Shut up and listen to me!” *The would be Draugr member freezes at the voice. As he does so, the figure relents. He stands back up and kicks the knife far away from Pryde's reach. Then he walks over to a wall and flicks on the light switch. It's Jobby!* Pryde: ........I rid mys- Jobby: SHUT IT. YOU ARE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME NOW! Pryde: .......can't listen to success......being of failure..... Jobby: That's just plain nonsense you fool. Don't you get it? You let the Draugr do this to you! To me. To everyone through you! Pryde: ....they....are removing what hur- Jobby: Are they? Look are you now... Don't you hurt now? Pryde: ....I'm not don- Jobby: Look what you've done... All the people you've hurt... You've hurt every single one of the people that are closest to you, you fool. What would Kate say now, if she saw you? Pryde: ...kate.... Jobby: You've scared Lily back into a tour out of EWT! Pryde: ...Lily... Jobby: You're pretty much told Karma that you don't want to save her. Pryde: ...sister... Jobby: You've hurt Juri when she needed you the most. Pryde: ...Juri... Jobby: And you've driven me to a place that I seldom like to go. You've taken me down with you. And you've hurt me as well. The only person that has stayed by your side when NO ONE else would. Pryde: ...Jobby...what have I done?! *Pryde looks down in horror at his hands and what he is wearing. Quickly he tries to make himself clean by throwing off all his zombie apparel.* Jobby: Nothing that can't be forgiven. Pryde: ...How could you even begin to forgive me? I've been so weak... Jobby: None of that anymore! No more negativity. The Axel I know wouldn't allow negativity in. Pryde: But I can never go back to that...person... I've accepted the darkness too much. I can't... Jobby: That maybe... But why not allow yourself to feel pain. Don't fall into darkness... Accept your own and use it! Don't try to be the old Axel... Be an new and improved one! Pryde: I don't know if I can go ba- Jobby: Axel! Pryde/Axel: Yes? Jobby: See! *He flashes a huge thumbs up.* Pryde/Axel: You know what? You're right! *Pryde quickly stands up then slowly walks over to the mirror. He immediately looks grossed out by the reflection that he sees. Immediately he begins to coat himself with soap to wash all the blood off, all the while looking heavily sickened. As he does this, he hears a distant song.* Hey little sister what have you done?*He turns to see Jobby with his boom box.* Hey little sister who's the only one?Pryde/Axel: ...what's that? Hey little sister who's your superman?Jobby: I figured music would help you get better. And what's better than 80s music! Hey little sister who's the one you want?*Pause* Hey little sister shot gun!Jobby: I could turn it off if you want. Pryde/Axel: No... Leave it on.... It's a nice day to start again.Jobby: Really?! It's a nice day for a white wedding.Pryde/Axel: Yes... It's... Fitting. *He stares at his black hair.* Nice day for a change... For a white wedding... If only I could find a new look for my hair.... For a new me... Jobby: *Snaps his fingers.* I know! I got it! But you got to trust me! Axel: ...From now on....Always... It's a nice day to start again. *Fade to commercial.*
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Post by DieShiguya on Sept 12, 2007 20:31:21 GMT -5
*The EWT camera fades into the center of a familiar white room, and automatically many of the audience’s collective ears perk up. Will they be hearing another one of Die Shiguya’s songs tonight? Will they learn more about the mysterious sensual being? Judging from the off-putting stance the corporeal creature is in, it seems neither is an option. His arms are crossed and he stands directly in the center of the room, his hair spread around his face and his eyes peering out from beneath his bangs, glowing silver even in the ethereal whiteness. His blackened lips open, and pause, before his melodious way of speaking drifts into the cold silence.
Shiguya: I hate to see...beautiful women in despair. The reason is precisely why I wanted to challenge you at the PPV, Mr.Songstra, but..in all honesty? I’m beginning to regret it. I mean.. ‘tis obvious that a man who bathes in the liquid of cattle is not exactly...normal...
*His face falters.... and several seconds later breaks into a smile.*
Shiguya: Then a man of such levels of abnormalcy deserves a match not precisely the regular repertoire. ... wretched little critter, just you wait until our match. Then..I suppose we’ll see whom shall be singing in the better tones, correct? La..la.llaaa......la...
*Shiguya breaks his usual solemn manner, instead sending an almost jaunty wink to the camera, which in turn manages to attract just a few more hearts in the audience. The people are rather surprised by the quick segment. The camera fades to static..*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Sept 12, 2007 23:34:19 GMT -5
(Virus is seen stumbling into the arena for Skies the Limit II. He looks haggard, eyes bloodshot, beard unkempt, like he hasn't seen civilization for days. He has a maniacal gleam in his eye as he continues to make his way towards his locker room.)
Virus: Heheheh... thought he could get away with it, huh? Thought he could do to me the same thing he did years ago in Lewiston? No... no... that's not happening again. I'll end this tonight!
(Virus sees the camera and speaks directly into it.)
Virus: VALENTINE! I know you're listening... I know what you're trying to do... and it's not going to work! I'm going to do what I should've done years ago... and that's END YOUR CAREER! And if you don't believe that...
(Instead of finishing his catchphrase... Virus laughs, mirthlessly, completely insane.)
Virus: ... Just ask my last opponent. Or the one before that, for that matter.
(Virus opens the door, and we catch a brief glimpse of Tony Braddock, bloodied, beaten, and strapped to a chair as Virus laughs again, slamming the door as we fade to black.)
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Sept 13, 2007 11:48:31 GMT -5
-A post PPV exclusive shows us a cameraman making his way down one of the hallways of the arena, as sounds can be heard coming from an undetermined direction. The sounds grow clearer with each step, however, and the camera finally turns a corner, revealing Spectre, seated on some boxed up audio equipment, gazing down at his arm. His breaths come a bit harder than usual, but not especially haggard.-
What a complete and utter disappointment, EWT. If this is how you intend to pass my test, you're off to a horrific start.
-The masked man stands-
You see, it's not the mere fact that I came up short in this match. Far from it. In fact, I suppose one could say that my style does not especially "fit the mold" of the Toolshed Title division.
But to see the tactics employed by each participant in that match...by Team Ireland...by Minipax (*his voice carried a bit more venom with that word*)...to call it all disheartening would be selling my disappointment short.
Due to my fall, my arm, as you can see, what knocked a bit, how should I say it? "Out of place". That is easily remedied.
(Without a sound, Spectre smacks his arm against the wall, popping it back into place. He turns right back to the camera as if nothing happened)
What is NOT so easily fixed is the culture of mediocrity and melodrama that currently grips the EWT. Time after time, match after match, all I, and everybody else with a keen eye, can see is pure wasted potential.
So it is now time for the antidote to be administered. I have waited quite long enough, and my patient in this case, the EWT, is dying under my watch. I can no longer simply sit by and observe; I have seen enough to know what must now be done.
So here it is, point blank. EWT, though my location may seem hidden, you all know where I am in this arena. I am at ringside. I am near the entry-way. I am in the back halls. Seek me out. Come to me, and we shall begin the re-education of this company.
If not...then I will start seeking you.
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